Who is CB Floyd? Ayn Rand, in the very first sentence on the very first page of her bestselling novel Atlas Shrugged, asked this now immortal question, “Who is John Galt?” Almost 50 years later, it is my prediction that the world will soon be asking with similar fervor, “Who is CB Floyd?” Well, who is CB Floyd? Poet, musician, composer, author, master repairman, cartoonist, part-time psychic and a master storyteller to boot...I met CB Floyd in high school when I was 15 and he quickly became my best friend. Dreams, Ghosts and Miracles is the first in a series which relates the autobiographical accounting of the amazing life of CB Floyd and I am sure you will find it both fascinatingly interesting and wonderfully inspiring. I’ve read it many, many times now and I love this book completely. His insight into his own problems (and subsequently, the problems of the world) - as told in an amiable and informal manner - is certain to bring you hours of enjoyment and real hope that someone might actually know something about what is going on here on planet Earth. Treat this like an adventure and you won’t be disappointed...and Bon Voyage!
While a profound and much deserved amount of attention has always been directed toward the firefighters and police officers who were affected by the events of September 11, 2001, seldom has there been any attention provided to the often unrecognized rescuer who bears the title of Emergency Medical Technician or Paramedic who suffered equal consequences. These very special people have routinely been referred to simply as "emergency workers" or "ambulance drivers," rather than by the title they continuously demonstrate by the nature of their very trying profession. PARAMEDIC: M.O.S., pulled from the author's EMS experiences; was assembled to provide deeper insight into the mind of one such New York City Emergency Medical Technician/Paramedic and is dedicated to all emergency service workers and first responders. Inspired by true events pre-September 11th, a Paramedic of NYC EMS finds his world suddenly turned upside down by a series of in-the-line-of-duty events. In an effort to understand what brought him there, he begins reconnecting the events in his work and personal life that created this unforeseen scenario. Facing daily crises and how they apply to how he entered this line of work, readers are also shown the closeness that is felt and experienced working in such close proximity to those who face death and destruction together as a team daily. Comforted and kept together by his female mate, readers are taken through the sometimes playing field and often minefield of Emergency Medical Services in New York City and what it means to be a Member of the Service. PARAMEDIC: M.O.S. is a profound and deeply personal look into the experiences on the front lines of Emergency Medical Services in New York City. EMTs and paramedics not only experience the highs and lows of constant exposure to psychologically traumatic events but in addition to the constant intensity of patients revived or lost due to these events. Furthermore, EMTs and Paramedics are also forced to deal with coworkers who are sometimes ineffective, self-serving, uncaring, as well as bureaucratic red tape, politics, and often personal tragedy within their own fraternal public safety family. These incidents rarely, if ever, get reported in the general media. This book was created to share the human condition of EMT's and Paramedics, their camaraderie, bravery, and skill. Although September 11, 2001 claimed at least eight precious lives of these specialized rescuers, not even this was enough to direct attention toward the New York City Emergency Medical Technicians and Paramedics who lose their lives daily or are permanently scarred in the line of duty. The title of "hero" for those that have died and those that are out there every day risking their lives to save others existed long before September 11th changed calendar days. This book is an offering to share that view.
From Tangier, 1662, to the Commencement of the Reign of King Edward VII. London Maida, July 4, 1806. Mediterranean. Mediterranean, 1901-02. The War of the Spanish Succession. Blenheim, August 2, 1704. Ramillies, May 12, 1706. Oudenarde, June 30, 1708. Malplaquet, September 11, 1709. Dettingen, June 27, 1743. Minden, August 1, 1759. Emsdorff, July 16, 1760. Warburg, July 31, 1760. Wilhelmstahl, June 24, 1762. Louisburg, July 25, 1758. Quebec, September 12, 1759. Monte Video, 1807. Detroit Queenstown Miami Niagara Bladensburg, August 24, 1814. Arcot, August 31, 1751. Plassey, June 23, 1757. Condore, December 9, 1758. Masulipatam, April 8, 1759. Badara, November 25, 1759. Wandewash, January 22, 1760. Pondicherry, 1761, 1778, 1793. Buxar, October 23, 1764. Rohilcund, 1774. The Carnatic. Guzerat, 1778-1782. Sholinghur, September 27, 1781. Mangalore, 1783. Mysore. Nundy Droog, October 19, 1791. Rohilcund, 1794. Seedaseer, March 6, 1799. Seringapatam, May 4, 1799. Lincelles, August 18, 1793. Nieuport, October, 1793. Villers-en-Couches, April 24, 1794. Beaumont, April 26, 1794. Willems, May 10, 1794. Tournay, May 22, 1794. Egmont-op-Zee, October 2, 1799. Guadeloupe, 1759. Martinique, 1762. Havana. St. Lucia, 1778. Martinique, 1794. St. Lucia, 1794. St. Lucia, 1796. Surinam, 1804. Dominica, 1805. Martinique, 1809. Guadeloupe, 1810. Egypt (with the Sphinx). Mandora, March 13, 1802. Marabout, August 17, 1802. Egypt, 1882. Tel-el-Kebir, September 12, 1882. Nile, 1884-85. Abu Klea, January 28, 1885. Kirbekan, February 10, 1885. Suakin, 1885.[11] Tofrek, March 22, 1885. Hafir. Atbara, April 8, 1898. Khartoum, 1898. Ally-Ghur, September 3, 1803. Delhi, September 11, 1803. Assaye, September 23, 1803. Laswarree, November 1, 1803. Deig, November 13 to December 23, 1804. Cochin, 1809. Roleia, August 17, 1808. Vimiera, August 21, 1808. Sahagun, December 21, 1808. Corunna, January 16, 1809. Douro. Busaco, September 27, 1810. Barrosa, March 4, 1811. Fuentes d'Onor, May 5, 1811. Albuera, May 16, 1811. Almaraz, May 19, 1811. Arroyos dos Molinos, October 28, 1811. Tarifa, December, 1811. Ciudad Rodrigo, January, 1812. Badajoz, March and April, 1812. Salamanca, July 22, 1812. Vittoria, June 21, 1813. Pyrenees, July 28 to August 2, 1813. San Sebastian, August, 1813. Nivelle, November 10, 1813. Nive, December 9 to 13, 1813. Orthes, February 27, 1814. Toulouse, April 10, 1814. Peninsula, 1808-1814. Waterloo, June 18, 1815. The Order of the Bath. Kirkee, November 5, 1817. Seetabuldee, November 26, 1817. Nagpore, December 16, 1817. Maheidpore, December 23, 1817. Corygaum, January 1, 1818. Nowah, January 21, 1819. Medal for the Second Mahratta War. Bhurtpore, January, 1826. Hindoostan. India. Amboyna, 1796 and 1810. Ternate, 1801 and 1810. Banda, 1796 and 1810. Arabia, 1809. Bourbon, July 8, 1810.[18] Java, 1811. Persian Gulf, 1819. Beni Boo Alli, March, 1821. Aden, 1839. Persia, 1856-57. Bushire, December 5, 1856. Reshire, December 7, 1856. Koosh-ab, February 8, 1857. Ava, 1824-1826. Kemmendine, November 30 to December 9, 1824. Arracan, 1825. Pegu. Burmah, 1885-1887. Afghanistan. Ghuznee, 1839. Khelat, November 13, 1839. Kahun, 1840. Jelalabad. Khelat-i-Ghilzai. Cutchee, 1839-1842.[22] Scinde, 1843. Meeanee, February 17, 1843. Hyderabad, March 24, 1843. Maharajpore and Punniar, December 29, 1843. Moodkee, December 18, 1845. Ferozeshah, December 21, 1845. Aliwal, January 28, 1868. Sobraon, February 10, 1846. Punjaub. Chillianwallah, January 13, 1849. Mooltan, January, 1849. Goojerat, February 21, 1849. Alma, September 20, 1854. Inkerman, November 5, 1854. Sevastopol. The Victoria Cross. Delhi, May to September, 1857. Lucknow. Relief of Lucknow by Sir Colin Campbell, November, 1857. Siege and Capture of Lucknow. Central India, 1857 ...
Formal methods enable computer architecture and software design to be mathematically proved correct before they are implemented. The complexity and time-consuming nature of such proofs have limited the applications of formal methods in the main to defence and safety-critical applications. The mural project (a joint Alvey-funded project between Manchester University and Rutherford Appleton Laboratories) has developed a software support system to help the user of formal methods. mural has created a user-friendly software environment (with extensive use of windows) that makes best use of human talents to produce computer systems that are proved to be correctly designed. Professor Cliff Jones is internationally known as the developer of the VDM system of formal notation (Vienna Development Method). This book describes the requirements, concepts, and realisation of the mural system. The authors present systematically and completely the results of this substantial research project, from the basic theoretical level to its effective implementation. The book will be of equal interest to academics working on formal methods at research level (and perhaps to graduate research students), and to practitioners and software engineers who are using - or who will have to use for defence contracts, etc. - formal methods.
This book provides the first comprehensive account of social welfare developments in the People's Republic of China, from the 'iron rice bowl' social security system established as an intrinsic part of the Chinese Communist regime to fundamental welfare changes brought about by current efforts to modernise China.
A classic book, which gives details of army battle honours from Tangiers, 1662, to the Boer War. It recalls the glories of regiments now long gone, of famous battles like Blenheim, Mysore, Corunna, Sevastopol and Khartoum. Each section contains brief accounts of every major engagement of the campaign concerned, with tables showing the casualties - officers and men - killed and wounded. The whole work is supplemented with full indexes, as well as maps and illustrations. This is a volume which will be of continuing value to military historians and enthusiasts everywhere.
CHAPTER I Monday Jeazel Pete is at it again. The investigation into the death of a local undercover agent continues. Wildfires are ravaging the west. The Vice Presidents ahead in the latest polls. And it looks like its going to be clear for the weekend, the TV announcer said although nobody was really listening as the sound softly filled the almost empty hotel lobby. Well be back in two minutes with the details here on WKYT-27, he continued. I glanced down from the TV perched on the wall as the commercial began. What channel is that in the room I asked the receptionist as I glanced at her name tag adding Debbie? Thats channel eight, sir. OK. I want to catch the weather. $52.25 is your change and heres your key. Have you ever stayed here before, sir, she asked with a smile. I nodded in the affirmative and she continued. Well good, youre in room 315, which is in the first building on the right when you come into the parking lot, its the one next to the indoor pool. Check out is 12 noon. Enjoy your stay at the Cumberland Inn. I counted out my change like a miser and then picked up the key-card from the counter top. Thanks I said as I turned and walked out to the parking lot. As I glanced around I thought, man, this is a nice place, much nicer than I remembered. Double spiral staircase, baby granddont touch the keys, an elegant portrait of the founders, looking stately in their golden years, hung over the fireplace which had a mantle that mustve been over a hundred and fifty years old. Upon the tables, strategically placed around the lobby, were books which had equally elegant, multi-colored bindings, all with a look of age that said, Ive been here a while. I dont know how I missed all this stuff the other times I had been here. But that was work and I was always in a hurry to check in and get to my room. As I walked through the double set of glass doors I saw a grounds keeper standing by my 85 Nissan pick up. He turned and looked at me and said, Good Afternoon. Afternoonuh, Doug, I returned, glancing at his nametag. I was just admiring your bumper stickers, youre sure getting around, he said motioning to the tailgate of my truck with his eyes and a slight movement of his head. They look kinda new. On my tailgate were 11 bumper stickers indicating that I was a tourist. Some placed horizontally, some vertically and others at angles. The stickers appear to be placed haphazardly, but there is a grand plan to this madness. Yeah, I chuckled. Im doing some sightseeing and I want to see if I can cover the whole tailgate before I head back home. That wasnt quite the truth, but he would never know. He chuckled like he understood why I was doing it, but I could tell he didnt share my enthusiasm for my effort. Weve got some in the lobby, do you want me to get you one? Sure, I didnt even see em in there, I said. I was too taken in by the setting. Man, this is a pretty nice place, especially for being so far in the middle of nowhere. Whats the scoop here anyway? Well, its actually owned by the college, Cumberland College that is, and one of the main focuses of the college is accommodation and comfort management. Hotel/motel management, you know, he said like I was having trouble understanding his meaning. Most of the people working here are students working through the summer and getting some extra credits to boot. Thats pretty cool. I said as I nodded my head and looked him in the eye. Let me get that sticker for you. He turned to walk into the lobby. I glanced at my watch and I thought about how badly I just wanted to get to my room. After what seemed like an hour Doug came struggling through the heavy glass doors. That door is tough, he mumbled as he came through and walked up to the back of my truck where I waited for him. Weve got two of them, take your pick. Gimme the one the says CUMBERLAND INN KENTUCKY As he peeled the back off he asked, Any place particular? Yeah, right under the one for Niagara, up and down I replied. I knew that he had no idea what pattern I was trying to achieve, but the way he said it, I sensed that he knew there was an underlying plan to this random disorder. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wad of change from Debbie. From the crumpled bills I fished out the two one dollar bills and tried to iron out the wrinkles with my hand by pulling the bills, one at a time, through my first two fingers. After three or four swipes of each bill I handed then to Doug saying, Thanks. No, thanks, Doug said with a tone of genuine wholesomeness. I just had a feeling he was a country boy. But, I also sensed that he was a little embarrassed to take my gratuity. Hey man, if you are going to make your career in the accommodation and comfort management business youd better get use to accepting tips. Thats part of the fringe benefits of the profession, the perks, you know, I said as I looked at him trying to get him to take the money from my extended hand. I didnt want to make the kid feel bad, but I did want him to accept this tip. Thanks, he said as he finally relented and accepted my money. It seemed like this was a big step for him. I could just imagine him being raised as a Boy Scout doing a good deed every day, running to the mailbox for his grandmother, helping a neighbor with farm chores, or shoveling the sidewalk and driveway for some unfortunate who could not do for themselves and getting the good feeling that comes from helping others in need. And here I was trying to force him to surrender that instilled kindness for a few measly bucks. Im Doug Chaster. If you need anything just let me know. He took the bills and stuffed them into his pocket without even counting them, or even looking at them. OK, Doug, I said as I opened the truck door and sat behind the wheel. Through the opened window I said, Ill be here for a few days, so Ill see you around. As I pulled out of the loading zone I heard a faint Have a nice day, coming from Doug. I glanced at him and waved briefly saying, Thanks! Thats one expression I hate. Half the time the sentiment seems false and, frankly, I dont know what to say in response. I dont feel right saying, Have a nice day, because I dont know most of the people who say it to me, and frankly, I dont care if they have a nice day or not. The people that I know dont say that to each other. Usually the best I can get out in response is a feeble, You, too. I slowly pulled through the parking lot looking at the rooms listed on the plaques located above each buildings entryway. That was easy, but considering there are only two buildings it shouldnt have been that hard. I pulled into a parking spot that was isolated from the other four cars parked at that end of the parking lot. I glanced at my watch as I opened the truck door. That little encounter with Doug may have caused me to miss the weather on TV. I grabbed the straps to the two duffel bags in the king cab area of the truck. Pulling and tugging on them I struggled to squeeze them through the gap between the drivers seat and the door opening. They popped through and hit the blacktop with a small thud. I positioned the straps so that I could pick them up, sling them over my shoulder and have a free hand to pick up the zippered canvas bag I had in the bed of the truck.
The last few years have seen a growth in the number of psychology courses which are being offered as single subject or combined studies options in universities, polytechnics and colleges of higher education. More recently, there has been a marked increase in the number of students in schools and colleges of further education taking 'A' level, '0' level and 'Ala' level psychology examinations. Psychology, too, features much more prominently in professional training schemes, and it is now quite common to encounter the subject in courses for police officers, clergy, teachers, nurses and other paramedical and caring profes sions. In the past, students had to rely extensively on a diet of psychology texts published in the USA, supplemented by a few modest British contributions, and by a number of specialist books written by scholars reflecting their particular interests. Nowadays, it is possible to point to a significantly larger number of British texts and monographs which deal with major issues in psychology, and a number of general textbooks have been written especially for school and college students preparing for GeE examinations.
The Old Catholic movement is the best kept secret in Christendom. The fact that there is a valid (if "illicit") form of catholicism that is independent of Rome and which values local control seems scandalous to some and a cause for delight or even relief in others. The Old Catholic churches have branches-both official and unofficial-all over the world. They constitute one of the most interesting and diverse movements in Christian history, a movement worthy of greater visibility and academic attention. Here is the story of this unlikely legacy, from its beginnings in the fourteenth century through 1977-now back in print after twenty-eight years from Apocryphile Press.
Part I : Individual Behaviour | Fundamentals Of Human Behaviour | Personality| Perception | Learning & Behaviour Modification| Attitudes And Values | Motivation Part Ii : Groupbehaviour | Interpersonal Behaviour And Transactional Analysis| Group Dynamics | Power, Politics And Status | Leadership Andinfluence | Control | Morale And Job Satisfaction Part Iii :Overall Behaviour | Nature And Types Of Organisations| Organisation And Environment | Nature And Scope Of Organisational Behaviour | Organisational Goals | Organisational Change | Organisation Development | Organisational Climate And Culture| Organisational Conflict | Organisational Effectiveness
For readers of Kristin Hannah’s The Great Alone and David Vann’s Legend of a Suicide, C. B. Bernard’s debut novel shows a father and a daughter fighting toward hope through a traumatic past. In the town of Disappointment, Oregon, washed-up boxer Lewis Yaw makes ends meet as a fishing guide. He’s lived a life of violence, but doesn’t understand real strength until he meets Janey, who can see good in even the most damaged things—including him. When she gives birth to their daughter, Grayling, Lewis worries that he’ll mess her up as badly as his father did him. But he also sees a chance to right the wrongs of the past. By high school, Gray has become his apprentice guide, his sparring partner, and his pride and joy. Life in their small town is nothing short of challenging—there’s a marauding bear roaming the streets, a rival guide trying to kill Lewis, and a poacher littering deer carcasses along the river—but he is closer to happiness than he ever thought possible. When tragedy strikes, Lewis can’t break free of his past, leaving Gray to fight to save the only thing she has left: her family.
Who is CB Floyd? Ayn Rand, in the very first sentence on the very first page of her bestselling novel Atlas Shrugged, asked this now immortal question, “Who is John Galt?” Almost 50 years later, it is my prediction that the world will soon be asking with similar fervor, “Who is CB Floyd?” Well, who is CB Floyd? Poet, musician, composer, author, master repairman, cartoonist, part-time psychic and a master storyteller to boot...I met CB Floyd in high school when I was 15 and he quickly became my best friend. Dreams, Ghosts and Miracles is the first in a series which relates the autobiographical accounting of the amazing life of CB Floyd and I am sure you will find it both fascinatingly interesting and wonderfully inspiring. I’ve read it many, many times now and I love this book completely. His insight into his own problems (and subsequently, the problems of the world) - as told in an amiable and informal manner - is certain to bring you hours of enjoyment and real hope that someone might actually know something about what is going on here on planet Earth. Treat this like an adventure and you won’t be disappointed...and Bon Voyage!
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