I'm wearing glasses, and I'm trying to find my time. You didn't come closer, right? You didn't come closer? Yeah, he was like, what? Yeah, we're trying to get, we're going to get the, like, or we'll all gather around closer. So can't we all agree on the same thing? Oh, wow. So it's a nice feeling. Wow, wow. Oh, wow. Wow, that's cool. OK, well, we're very, very, very, very high tech and low tech here, I can't decide. I think we're super high tech. We're a mixture of super high tech.  So if you're out there and you want to tweet us a question, watch me work. So we are at Watch Me Work SLP. So if you tweeted us, the hashtag is New Play. And also throw hashtag HowlRound in there, because they're our wonderful hosts. Can you spell HowlRound? H-O-W-L-R-O-U-N-D. That's very tricky. See, HowlRound, not HowlRound, like some people think. Right. OK, now that everything has been clarified for us, what we're going to do is we're going to work for 20 minutes again today, and then we're going to take questions about your work and your creative process. And I usually work on a typewriter, but today I did a lot of typing, and I have some notes from some really fancy producers in Los Angeles. So I'm just going to try to incorporate those notes into my notes. No, we can't do that. After the public theater, we're going to go home. And we're going to watch, it's OK, but because it's going to be dark outside, that's why. So as you see, we're real busy over here. And there it is. There's my timer. OK. Oh. I don't have to strain my voice like I did last time. OK. Now we're really high tech. Yes, here we go for 20 minutes. Thank you. Here we go. OK. My family is gone. Thank you. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Thank you. Has she already kicked out? No. So, um, anybody have any questions about your creative process for a small group today?  Anybody? We don't do that today. Tomorrow, though. There's no show tomorrow. I know. So am I. No, so the idea of, oh, have you been here to watch your work? I haven't explained it. OK, I'm sorry. I didn't get the preamble today. So what it is, is we sit here and work together. Obviously, which is what we just did. What's your name? Mara. Mara? M-A-R-A? Hi. Hi, Mara. So this is your work. And then we talk about your work and your creative process. So the Watch Me Work in the title is actually about you. This is a time when I basically hang out in the lobby of the public theater, giving people, you know, constructive feedback and encouragement. There, whatever it is they're working on, whether it be a play, a novel or so long, you know, some more working project that they might have. The letter D. Some of us are working on the letter D. So, but what do you work? What are you working on? Oh, very good. Yeah. So I produced two of the two features. Uh-huh. And I just did a reading of the first 15 acres. Oh, fantastic. Congratulations. Yeah. Right. But they heard the whole thing. Mara had a big... And they gave you feedback on the first 15 acres? Yeah. And not the whole screen? Not the whole thing. But you finished the whole screen? Yes. That's very... That's even trickier. Yeah. So did everybody hear Mara? She's done several screenplays. Yeah. So that's tricky. So how are you going to go about signing? What are the plans? Okay. So the way I did it originally was I started out with like two pages of setting up the two lovers. Right. And then jumped up five years. Right. Which is really where the whole thing takes place. Right. And the current day. Right. And then liked the other teams to give it to us again where we need a brief flashback a little bit in after you've already drawn us in with the main action. But I kind of like... That's what I've been working on. Oh, that's good. Oh, that's good. Yes. Oh, that's good. I think it's a good idea. I think it sounds... That sounds good to me. Sure. That's my current. Sure. Sure. And is how they fall in love and get together like incredibly unique? Or like... Oh my God. You never believe it. No, actually, no. No.  So I'm trying to set up the fact that it was this earlier relationship. Right. But the time we've really seen them, she has his job. Right. Oh, I see. So when I want to set up the fact that these people were really involved years earlier. So I showed that they were in love years earlier before you see the main part. We just do a brief flashback ten minutes into the story.  Yeah, yeah, yeah. Or just get bits of it. Yeah. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.  Right. But yeah, I want you to see that there was... There was a good before there was a bad. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Sounds like a good screenplay. Yeah. What's the title? Oh, I love the title. That's great. I've worked in creating those for a long time. Ah. Uh-huh.  Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Sounds great. Sounds really great. Anybody else? June. June. June. I can't remember what it was. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I ditched the screenplay that I was working at last week and I ditched the revision to the short story to go back to a novel that I have in progress because that's really what I want to be working on. So I'm working on what I want to be working on. Very good. Excellent. So do you have a finish line? Yeah, a finish line. Um, no. Question is, they're loading the ice into the... If you wanted Matt can zoom the camera into the air on our stairs and we can watch the work down there and if someone is working very hard they can get that ice ready for all of us to go to the next time and see what's going on. Yeah. So, um, thank you Matt. Okay. I don't have a finish line. Should I give myself one? Well, so, have you ever heard of, um, the New York City marathon? Yeah. They ran it Sunday, right? Yep. So, um, what are the two things that you know about that? Right? We don't even have it. Did you watch it? I didn't watch it. What do you know about it? I know. Three things actually. Three? Yeah. I know... It's usually quarter. Where? It's in Columbus. I'll give you a hint. New York City. What's it in? It's in New York City. Right. It's in New York City Marathon. Right. It's in New York City. Right. Okay. That's one thing. And it's a New York City. Oh, there's one the whole New York. And it's a marathon. So what do you know about it? Sort of thing. There is, like, a time limit attached to it. A distance limit. A distance limit, right? So there's a finish line. Right. To indicate the distance. The end of the distance, right? Yeah. So you've already passed your starting point. So if you've gone across the water, you'd have a very wrong and narrow bridge. That's right. You've done that part. So a finish line? Hell, if there were not a finish line and there weren't called marathon, those people would still be running. Those fabulous Kenyans who run New One yesterday. Would they still be like, whoa, what? There's no finish line, right? Then there's a one to stop. So we call it a marathon. Every team would finish line. And we say New York. So yeah, it's a good idea, finish line. What kind of a finish line? Well, what kind of a finish line? This is my issue, I want it tomorrow. I want it tomorrow, right? I want it to work 40 hours. Good, yeah, yeah, 40 hours. I want it done now. I want it done now. I need somebody reasonable. Somebody reasonable? Well... I'm just trying to balance my both. It's fun, somebody reasonable. So, how long is it usually? It started as a novella, but I think it's much longer. So how many pages? 300? 500? I want to shoot between 350 and 500. 350 and 500, type pages. Manager pages. Double pages. Okay, let's just say 500 pages. So how many pages are you going to write today? Let's go over to my favorite show right now. It's called The Odd Squad. You can watch it quite often. Don't forget kids. Anyway, so when things get rough, we say let's go to the math room. So let's go to the math room. I see Lance as an accountant. So let's go to the math room. So, 500 pages. So, how many pages are you going to do today? Well, realistically? Yeah, realistically. I could probably get between three and five done. So let's say two. Realistically. I love you. Sorry, I know. Just so many times how you go. Welcome back. Two pages a day. Two pages a day, which is a lot.  I'm not just guessing. Right? I mean you've got something. Two pages a day. How long do you think it's going to take? Three hours? Two pages a day. Okay, great. So now, she's got 500 pages, two pages a day. How many days is that? 250 days. 250 days. So what's that? Just if you kind of sort of look. What are we looking at? It's about nine months. It's about nine months. December, January, February and March. I'm looking at about nine months. Mayday. I think it's a month. Mayday. How about Saturday? How about April Fool's? It's a good day, right? So we just kind of scooched it up a little bit.  For draft one. For draft one, you write two pages a day.   And every day you say, check, you wrote your two pages and that's like your novel writing calendar. And all you have to do is show up for three hours a day and write two pages a day. And do it every day. Some days, oh my gosh, you're going to write like 10 pages. You're going to be like, hi. You're going to be like, yeah, how many have you done? And then some days you won't want to write it all. You're just going to write two pages a day. Right? And you might find, oh, it's only 150 pages. So you get it done faster. But April. April Fool's Day.  Oh my gosh, we're going to have to practice patience. Right. I look at him. I'm more like him. Well, can you make the letter B? Yeah. You're working on the letter D. Okay, so you've got the letter D down. That's it. Yeah, all right. And you can write your name. You can add and subscribe. I got some skills. Okay, but is that? It seems like a long way away. And that's kind of, but it's reasonable. It's reasonable. Right? And you just keep chugging along. And enjoy yourself. And then after a couple of months, you go, oh, this is better. I'm going along fine. And then maybe kick it out to maybe three pages a day. And that's why I'm keeping it up to April Fool's Day. So it's actually a shorter time than two pages a day. Okay? And what it also needs little space for is other projects that might interest you. Right. You just date and you're not married. Right. So try. Give a try for a week. Try it out and see how it feels. I don't know, are we here next? No, next week is an event here. So we're not here. But the following week. Yes. Okay, so follow. So try it out for a couple of weeks. See how it feels. Come back, fellas, you know. Okay? Thank you. All of it? Okay, that's interesting. Keep going. This is like odd squad. This is so odd squad. So I hate so much of it and I don't know where to start to make it salvageable because I believe it's salvageable. I believe in the writing. I believe in what I'm trying to portray. Wow, that's really good. Everybody's heard this too many times. It happens. It happens a lot of times. You don't kind of look right at all and you feel like I hate it. But what you said, correct me from wrong, you said I hate it. I hate all of it. I totally hate it. Well, like 30%. So, June, you're an accountant. 30% to all of it. I mean, what are you talking about? 30% to the majority. I'm just kidding. We're looking at a third. 30% is kind of a third. I'm now convinced that it's an inside job. You're mine. You're mine. Get somebody is on a rampage and it's like, it's clouding your judgment. Seriously, right?  It's not bad. It's something that you do.  You can try it and say I was going to turn your thing into a change. But I like your thing. So it's going to be great. But in the meantime, what are you going to do when you read your thing that you wrote and all you can feel is gosh, gosh, gosh, Idle, you're going to be in a room is gosh, gosh, gosh, I don't like it so much. Right? Do you have a good friend who can read it? Maybe give you positive feedback? Yeah, I have a friend coming over to read it on Wednesday night, and then I'm going to Chicago, and I'm going to bully another friend to read it. Good, good. Bully, like, bribed? Bribed. Bribed. I will give you the best bottle of this. That's good. That's good, that's very good. Okay, and these are great friends. Who's Oreo, and okay, great, so there you go. Do you have backup? Do you have a decent friend? I don't think the best did. I do have money, I don't really know what to say. At least I got the way I was going to say. But yeah, okay, so that's it, we're just recognized.  Well, maybe about 30%, what would you do if I hate it all? And then I'm so happy, because you're able to pull back from that cloud, under that cloud of moving, and say, well, actually there are 70, there are seven things on the table out of 10 that I actually like, which means that most of it you like. So could you just say, just to practice, say I wrote this draft and I regret it, and there are like three things I don't like, but seven things I really think are great. Could you just practice saying that? Sorry. Like you're doing this, because this is a play, so we're doing something like this, can you say that? I wrote this draft. Uh-huh. There are about 10 things in it. Yeah? There are three things that I don't like, but there are seven things in it I really don't like. Okay, and you're gonna take it to your friends and get some additional feedback? Yeah. Oh, that's an awesome idea. Okay. Thank you. Did you see that funny? Isn't that funny? So that's good for you, well done. See, it's that easy. And what we have to do is we have to catch ourselves when we're saying that, when we're just letting that tape, that record, that CD, whatever, just bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh. Right? We have to catch ourselves, and just brrr, brrr, brrr. Like that Missy Elliott song, right? You know, it's just nice to do it again, right? We just gotta really gotta back it up and just say again. With the mindfulness of, you know, what you say is pretty much your reality. Anybody else? Yes. Talk to yourself as you would have, talk to yourself as you would have talked to a friend. Right. You wouldn't say that to a friend. I told so many people that this week. Right. My husband, my daughter. Yeah, there you go. It's especially important to start with them. It was just, right. And you know, they just perked up and it was just a wonderful piece of advice once you're eating. It's like a no-dub, right? When you think of it's like a no-dub. Like, would you ever like be talking to your friend like that? Sure. And if your friend would talk to you like that, he'd be like, yeah, I don't wanna know you. You know what I'm saying? And then you'd like put her on your secret list of people that you caught in the street and like go the other way. Where we learn to, you know, I don't know what, where we learn to talk to ourselves like that. It must have some kind of helpful evolutionary evolution. You know, it's a question for the odds of what kind. Some will appear next time, but I know a lot of them. I know a lot of them. You don't have to watch that program. If you're talking to these kids, there are two ages, Otto and Olive, and one is 10 and the other one is 12. And they solve cases and it's really interesting. But, anything? I have a question for you in the world out there. Yes, you wanted to, or can you say it, ta-da. So this is from Crystal Adams. Oh, Crystal, hey Crystal, hey. From Jersey? Yes, so. From Jersey. I think so. I hope, yes. I'm wearing glasses because my eyes hurt. I hurt my eyes, so that's why. So, she says, hi, I'm only a few pages into my first draft, Writing Out of Order, and now I hear voices I couldn't hear before, but now I'm feeling that what I'm writing is not what I'm hearing. And her character suffers from something traumatic that almost breaks her, but she's still too strong. How does she begin her? How do I feel about that? Oh, okay. Crystal, and I think it's, maybe it's the same Crystal. Maybe there's another Crystal. That's Crystal. We know it's you. Okay. It sounds like you, Crystal, have ideas about your character that are different from your character's ideas about herself or himself, right? She's such a, how do I weaken her? How do I form her into the shape that I have of her in my mind, right? I'm hearing things different than what I think I should be hearing. So what you need to do, Crystal, is get out of your own way and just write it down as it's coming to you. And if she needs to be, quote unquote, weekend, later on, we can work on that, you know? But you're only a few pages in, and what you need to do is just write. Get to, like we always said, get to the end and then rewrite it. You're writing and you're writing at the same time. And that just makes it more difficult. Is that helpful, Crystal? I hope so. We love you. We miss you. Happy Daylight Savers time. It is. It was. It's for us yet, but that was a great day. That was like fantastic. I want it with another one. I want one every week, okay? Right? Sure, we can give them to, well, you know, there are a lot of people who, well, I don't know, who don't need, like, hey, I don't need a lot of time. I don't need time to do that. People who, I don't know who they are, but anybody else? Oh, yes. Oh, okay. This woman in the, I don't know, I guess I mean, what's your name? My name's Bianca. Bianca? Yeah. Okay, hi. Characters don't know what he wants. Paul does not know what he wants. And I don't want to come in the way of what Paul wants because then I'll probably make it like that's a happy ending. I don't want to, I don't, the character's in my play are trying to figure out, his wife is trying to figure out what he wants. And he is not sure of what he wants. And I don't want to just make it this happy ending. I want it to be, I don't want it to end with him still not knowing what he wants, but I don't want it to also end with another character not getting what she wants from him because of not knowing what he wants. Right. So, and for me, I could just, I could say what he wants. That's easy for me to do. You think you could? Go on, say it. I'll give you another one. I think he wants to be comfortable with just comfortable with not knowing what he wants. He wants to be okay. He just wants everyone to accept how he is. But that doesn't mean. And what does that look like? What does that actually look like? Like, I'm gonna wear a suit and tie to that.  I'm gonna, what does it look like? What does it actually look like? I'm gonna come home and pretend like everything is okay. I'll act like everything is okay. I'm going to come home and continue to be my standoffish, quiet self. But at the same time, I'll play my dutiful role as a father. But I'll also play my role as a husband, but it's not, it's almost like he's pretending. It's not really him. And the characters know that they're pretending. They know that this isn't real because of how their relationships affect one another. And he wants to, he lives in this world where he just wants everyone to be in this fairytale imagination of him. But they know that he's just pretending. And that's how they know he doesn't know what he wants. And he knows it, but he continues to live in this bubble. That's your best sense. I think it makes sense, it makes sense. I think you do know what your character wants. It seems clear to you. What you need to do is find some actions, some clear actions that will have some things that happen.  And he wants everybody to be okay with that. This is who I am right now. You know what I mean? You need to find scenes that show that instead of just him going, I'm not everybody except me as I am. I mean, that's kind of one note, right? He might say that during the course of the play. Is it a play or a screen player? It's a play. He might say that during the course of the play, but you want to show it, right, Yonka? So we want to see different moments where he is actively pursuing that, thank you. Actively pursuing that want. In case when I say, what do your characters want? What do they want? And what are they doing to get it? So he's detaching. And we want to, if you want to see him do that, for example. Does that make sense? Okay. And what about the, there's a wife character? Yes. Okay, so. Right. Right. Around that thing. Right. And sometimes they get caught off guard with the characters that they say. Right. Right. The wife could once and she even asked him what do you want? Why is this, what do you do, what do you want? And he doesn't know how to express himself. Uh-huh. And what are the son does not want? The, does not want the father to be going to get the home. Right. They weren't expecting you on the spot. Right.


What Easter means to me is hope and new life and the power of the Holy Spirit like an axe to that comes down and Leads us to know that hope and new life in the world. I take a snapshot every day I've just started to acknowledge the Holy Spirit that is with me every day and every day real life moments. I Also know the Holy Spirit in my life that sends me out into our school partnership to connect and Relationship with students and parents and teachers and to have an impact in our community So the Holy Spirit is a part of what Easter means to me and what it means to make a difference in our community and in our world


A Maca-baby's gotta do what a Maca-baby's gotta do! Oh, no. He was a brave leader. And he led his people in daring raids against the more powerful armies of the Evil King. Mom! Can you come help me in the kitchen? Well, I suppose I should help Dee Dee with the Lantkis. Lantkis! I-I love this holiday! Angelica, what's Hanaka? Hanaka is that special time of year between Christmas and Miss Gilling when all the bestest holiday shows are on TV. Now, get out of my way. It's almost time for... the Cynthia Christmas Extra Games Special! The tide has turned, you pascunyak! My people will not follow your evil ways! You and me, old man, right now! Okay, I'm lost. But the idea Hanaka was so interesting. You're the one with the eldest bragging, my children, this to my grandchildren, that, on and on. You'd be proud of your children, too, if you had any, but now you've got too busy with your fancy pens business deals. Is that what you think? That's what you said? So sue me, I lied! Sadie and I make you rest in peace for never blessed my children. All I had was my fancy pens business, missed and all so much. So now you know. Here, I got no one to share a tradition with anyway. What's going on? One minute, I'm trying to go home. In the next thing, I'm up to my dentures in Kindola. Ah, dear, dear, dear, Tautola. Here, they want you to read a story. Come, come. You're the grandfather, you read it. No, no, no, he wants you. Onga, go. In the land of... No, no, no, they already hide that part, here. Fine, and so against all odds, you did the Maccabee wonder-right for his people to live at Lein and the Bay of their forefathers. But after the war, the people of Israel had a difficult task. Though Antiochus had been driven from the land, he had left their cities and their holy temple in a terrible mess. Wow, this is worship in our room, hallelujah. I don't know, Philip, I can still see the floor. Hey, look, Tobi, it's that thingy from the top of your TV. Yep, and it's all broken up. And the beautiful menorah, which was supposed to burn forever, was broken and its flame put out. Shlomo, they don't know from menorahs. A menorah is like the night light of our people. In times of darkness it shines in the whole world, reminding us not to be afraid to be different, but to be proud who we are. Hey, that's not bad, Cookie.  I'm vinging it here. Give me a break. Your uncle Shlomo is right. It's like the night light of our people, and it was filled with oil. That makes it brain. Some people use candles. So the people repaired their temple, but the Greeks had left only enough oil to burn in the menorah for one. But they let the menorah anyway. We get to do more oil. That thing needed was a miracle. Yeah, a miracle, whatever that is. That's when something good happens that you thought could never happen. Well, that'll never happen. But one day went by, and then another, and another. Until finally the eight days had passed, and the flame was still burning. And to this day, we light the menorah every year to remember the miracle of Hanukkah.


I had more joy following Jesus than I had with all of the world combined and I couldn't deny it anymore. 2014 YouTube was a pretty frightening place depending on what crowd you got pulled into. It marked the rise of YouTube pranksters, these down on their luck 20-something guys that sought to bring their audacious pranks to the limelight. Because of the iconic responses of many of the supposed strangers in the videos, accusations of the pranks being faked began to rise. That didn't stop these opportunists from continuing to crank out clickbait content. One of the pioneers of this genre was none other than Roman Atwood. He would often clickbait using overt sexuality or play up a stranger's negative reaction to a prank. Fast forward eight years later, Logan Paul, who I should note has had his own redemption arc, invited Roman Atwood onto his podcast. During the podcast, Roman revealed something that shook even longtime viewers of his content to their core. This is the story of the transformation of Roman Atwood. It gave me so much hope and joy. My mom's passing was easier. My life became easier. I had more joy than I ever found skydiving in Dubai or a successful YouTube channel or all the money that I could ever want in a bank account. I had more joy following Jesus than I had with all of the world combined. And I couldn't deny it anymore. Could this really be true? To fill in the gaps, after years of prank videos and social experiments, Roman took on the persona of a family vlogger, daily vlogging the lives of his wife and kids, moving to the middle of nowhere, Ohio and transforming his content from rated R to PG overnight. While the evolution of his content is fascinating, I'm personally more interested in his spiritual transformation. So what are we waiting for? Let's dive in. This ministry is supported by my patrons on Patreon. To support my work in equipping people to follow Jesus daily, become a supporter today. Best friend, soulmate. I 20 minutes without her, I'm texting her. I miss you. Yeah, that's amazing. He's talking about his wife here. And you're not Mormon. I am Mormon. Yeah, actually, I'm very nice. Yeah, we are. I'll give you a real story. Fascinating. It's something I've never told because I, 13 years on YouTube, no religion, no politics. So I'm gonna break out the, break out of the box for you. Here we go. For me, that's not the one. When I was a young, I don't know, 14, 15, my mother and father joined the LDS Mormon Church three plus years ago. My mother passed away. We were all on vacation. She's on a scooter. She literally falls off a scooter, passes away on the spot. I couldn't believe that. Devastated. That incident pulled Brittany and I both without ever talking to each other about it, to church. We weren't going to join a church. We just had to be part of this, this thing that my mother was a part of. Like something in my head was like, this is what she wants from me. So what are the differences between Mormonism and Christianity? I think this is an important question that we need to answer because a lot of people within the LDS Church or Mormons would identify also as Christians. Are they? You know that Latter-day Saints are Christians, right? As I've dug into the Mormon faith, one key aspect that keeps coming up is how we see Jesus. You see, the Jesus of Mormonism was created. He was once a man and yet he inherited Godhood. Now this belief is a direct contradiction with what it says in John one. Actually, it's one of my favorite passages in all of scripture because it is so clear and it is so glorious. Let me just read it for you here.  He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him and without him was not anything made that was made. In him was life and this life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it. Who is this word that was with God in the beginning? That is Jesus. Another important distinction between Christianity and Mormonism is that Christianity teaches that God does 100% of the work in saving us. We see this truth in Ephesians 2 verse 8 and 9, among other places, but here it is, for by grace you have been saved through faith and this is not of your own doing. It is a gift from God, not a result of your own works so that no one may boast. But here's the thing. Mormonism teaches that God will save us after all we can do. Let's say we can do 15% of the good works necessary to go to heaven. God will fill in the rest. In 2 Nephi 25-23 it says this, he said, for we know that it is by grace that we are saved after all we can do. The LDS Church also teaches that if we obey heavenly Father that we one day can become like Jesus, a God. Yes, it's true, but Isaiah 43-10 says this, before me no God was formed nor shall there be after me. Okay, so Mormonism very clearly does not line up with biblical Christianity, but this really shouldn't be a surprise to us. After all the founder of Mormonism, Joseph Smith, started the church when he said he received a revelation. He was considering the fact that all churches were wrong, that they had lost the way of Christ, and yet he had received this new or restored revelation that made it clear what the truth was in the church of Mormonism and through the book of Mormon. This is Alexa, may I know the purpose of your visit? We're missionaries and we're going around sharing messages about the restored gospel of Jesus Christ and how that message can help us and our families grow closer to God. So even though Roman uses biblical language and language that Christians would use, Jesus, joy, peace, all these kinds of things, forgiveness, he's using them in a context that is very different and using definitions that are very different, because the Jesus that he's referring to was created. He is not God, or he is one of many gods to put it more clearly in his belief. But in the Bible, Jesus is equal with God. He is co-equal and co-eternal. So we're using the same terms, but we mean very different things. Okay, let's drop back into the podcast for a bit. And when we kept, we just kept naturally going. It was so heavy on me, man. Like it gave me so much hope and joy. My mom's passing was easier. My life became easier. I had more joy than I ever found skydiving in Dubai or a successful YouTube channel or all the money that I could ever want a bank account. I had more joy following Jesus than I had with all of the world combined. And I couldn't deny it anymore. So what are Christians supposed to make of the overflowing joy that Romans seems to have? It sounds like he's saying the right things. And after all, it gave him peace, joy, hope, comfort, all the good stuff. Okay, to answer that, I want to talk about Christians for a second. This is my problem when Christians use the evidence of their joy or happiness or peace as the fact that Christianity is true.  And that's why you need to believe in Jesus, because that is the exact argument that Mormons use. And honestly, a lot of the time they seem more happy and more joyful and more at peace than a lot of Christians do. So if it's up to that kind of measurement, a lot of Christians will fall short, but it's not, it's not, that is not the standard by which we discover what is true. Think about it for a second. If what is true is determined by my emotions or how I feel about something, then a lot of people's belief systems would be true and accurate as long as they give them peace, hope, joy, comfort, all these things. And arguably, those folks in Buddhism or Islam can claim those exact same feelings. Yes, I would argue that there's a deep sense of joy that can only be completed in the true biblical Christ and God. I understand that. I get that. But on the outside, everyone claims peace, joy, happiness as indication that their belief system is true. People from the LDS faith will often talk about this burning within their bosom or this fact that they just know that what they believe is true. Every time he mentioned the word of Christ, there was a glow. The more I heard, the more I felt happy, the more I felt at peace. And when he added that I would be with my mother and father again and get a second chance for them to see me who I am today, you know what, that's all I needed to hear. As Christians, we shouldn't be holding to that kind of weak argumentation. This is why I believe God revealed himself to us through the Bible. And though people often painted as a convoluted contradictory mess, it is not. Yes, it was written over a millennia by over 40 different authors, but it presents itself as a cohesive, intertwining narrative of God's pursuit of mankind, even though they rebelled against him. It's cooperated by eyewitness accounts and has more documents and manuscripts from its time compared to any other document in antiquity. It's not even close. We've been just trying to live as good humans, man. That's it. Like, we don't go, we don't, we're not too deep into the church, but we enjoy going and we just, I don't know, man. To be good people, that's the heart of it. Not just for LDS folks, but for most other folks too. If you ask them what they try to do, they try to be a good person. Isn't that enough? Wouldn't God respect a life lived as best we could? Even a life that we tried to live for others. Wouldn't that be enough for God? Well, here's what the Bible says. In James 2.10 it says, for whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at one point is guilty of breaking all of it. But in Romans 5.8 it says, but God showed his love for us in this, that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. If you're someone that's part of the LDS faith and you're constantly concerned with measuring up or striving hard enough for being a good enough person, I want to offer you the words of Jesus. And this is the Jesus of the Bible, not Jesus the brother of Satan, not Jesus one of many gods, Jesus, who is God and our only Savior. Matthew 11.28, come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest, take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. I pray that Roman encounters the Jesus of Scripture, the Jesus that can provide deep joy. And this joy is found in the fact that we no longer have to strive, we no longer have to do our own part in order to earn our salvation, but Jesus has done it for us. And now our joy can be made complete in him and his grace. That's my prayer for you as well. If you enjoyed this video, subscribe because I'm putting out new videos every single week. Until next time.


Hello, Welcome to SSUnitech social decide. So today we are going to see a very common SQL interview question and answer. So more than 90% of the interviews interviewer is asking this question or this type of the question. I am taking guarantee if you are watching this video without skipping then you should be able to answer this question and this type of the questions in the interview without failing. Here let's try to understand the question first. So we are having two tables like table A1 and table 2. Table 1 is having only one column that is ID and table 2 also having one column that is ID. So here it is having ID 1 3 times ID 2 2 times then 3 and null. In case of table 2 ID 1 2 times ID 2 3 times then 4 null. While we are going to do the inner join, left outer join, right outer join, full outer join and cross join what will be the count of the rows. So this type of question will be asking very often. Let me quickly go inside the Excel and we will try to understand how we can know how many rows it will be returning. So here as we can see we are having table 1 and table 2 and the same record that we have seen inside the slide. So while we are going to do the join what you have to do you have to pick the first row from the left table and we will try to match with all the rows from the table 2. So 1 will be going to match with the 1 then 1. So first we will be going to match with two times. So I am going to write 2 here. Then we need to pick again second row from here so that we can see 1. So this 1 will be going to match with these two and it will again return 2. Next we can see the third one it will again return 2. So this is simply matching each row with all the rows from the table 2. In case of the 2 it will be going to match with the three rows as we can see. So that's why we can write as three rows. In case of the sixth row that is again 2 it will be going to match with the three times. So here we can write as 3. Then we can see 3 will not going to match with anyone and null will not be going to match with anyone because two null values are not same inside the six rows. So we can just do the sum of all these rows. So we can see 12 as in sum. So we can say that your inner join will be 12. Now in case of the left outer join what you have to do you have to do the same thing that you have done inside the inner join. So first we will be going to match with all the rows. So it will return 2 then 2 then 2. Then in case of the 2 it will be going to match three times. So we can say 3 and 3. Now here we can see this 3 is not going to match with anyone and null will not going to match with anyone. So in case of these two we can write 1 and 1 because it is having only a single value. Now we can do the sum of all these. So it will be your left join that we can see 14. So 14 will be your left join. Similarly we can do for the right outer join. So right outer join again we can do the same thing. We can match with the left table values one by one with all the values from the right table. So it will return 2 2 2 3 3. Till now we are using inner join. Now in case of the right outer join now we can see the right side values those has not been matched. So 4 is not matched with the left table and null will not be matched with the left table. So these two will be having 1 1 so we can see again 14. So in case of the right join it will be 14. Now in case of the full outer join we can do the inner join as we have done. Now we need to write all the values those has not been matched. So as we can see 3 and null. So like these two values has not matched with the right table. So we can write 2. Now 4 and null again not matched with the left table. So it will again then we can do the sum of all these. So it will be your full join. So we can see 16. So it will be 16. In case of the cross join we are seeing like it is having total 7 rows. So 7 multiplied by 7. So that will be your cross join. So that is 49. So by using this approach you will never fail and you should be able to answer this question very easily. So let me quickly go inside the SSMS and we will try to verify what you have seen over here is the same count we are getting or not. So here we have the table 1 and table 2. So these two 10 tables I am going to create and inserting the data into this table. Now records has been inserted and table is created. Now first we can see inner join. So let me try to execute for the inner join. We can see 12. We have also seen inside the excel that is 12. Let me go for the left join. So in case of the left join it is 14. We have seen 14. Similarly we can check for the right outer join. So it is again 14. We can see that is 14. Then we have 16 in case of the full join. So here we can see 16 in case of the full join and last for the cross join it is 49 that we can see. Inside the excel we can verify that. So I hope guys you have understand how you can provide the answer to the interviewer. Thank you so much for watching this video. If you like this video please subscribe our channel and press the bell icon to get the notification of our newly uploaded videos. See you in the next video.


12. As I was perpetually haunted by these ideas, you may imagine that the influence of Woodville's words was very temporary, and that although I did not again accuse him of unkindness, yet I soon became as unhappy as before. Soon after this incident we parted. He heard that his mother was ill, and he hastened to her. He came to take leave of me, and we walked together on the heath for the last time. He promised that he would come and see me again, and bade me take cheer, and to encourage what happy thoughts I could, until time and fortitude should overcome my misery, and I could again mingle in society. Above all other admonition on my part, he said, cherish and follow this one, do not despair. That is the most dangerous gulf on which you perpetually totter, but you must reassure your steps, and take hope to guide you. Hope, and your wounds will be already half-healed, but if you obstantly despair, there never more will be comfort for you. Believe me, my dearest friend, that there is a joy, that the sun, and earth, and all its beauties can bestow that you will one day feel. The refreshing bliss of love will again visit your heart, and undo the spell that binds you to woe, until you wonder how your eyes could be closed in the long night that burdens you. I dare not hope that I have inspired you with sufficient interest that the thought of me, and the affection that I shall ever bear you, will soften your melancholy, and decrease the bitterness of your tears. But if my friendship can make you look on life with less disgust, beware how you injure it with suspicion. Love is a delicate sprite, and easily hurt by rough jealousy. Guard, I entreat you, a firm persuasion of my sincerity, in the inmost recesses of your heart, out of the reach of the casual winds that may disturb its surface.  But let your confidence in my sympathy and love be deeper far, and incapable of being reached by these agitations that come and go. And if they touch not your affections, leave you uninjured. These were some of Woodville's last lessons. I wept as I listened to him, and after we had taken an affectionate farewell, I followed him far with my eyes, until they saw the last of my earthly comforter. I had insisted on accompanying him across the heath towards the town where he dwelt, the sun was yet high when he left me, and I turned my steps towards my cottage. It was at the latter end of the month of September, when the nights have become chill. But the weather was serene, and as I walked on I fell into no unpleasing reveries. I thought of Woodville with gratitude and kindness, and did not, I know not why, regret his departure with any bitterness. It seemed that, after one great shock, all other change was trivial to me. And I walked on, wondering when the time would come, when we should all four, my dearest father restored to me, meet in some sweet paradise. I pictured to myself a lovely river, such as that on whose banks Dante describes Matilda gathering flowers, which ever flows. Bruna, bruna, sotolombra perpetua, cemae raggia, non laschia sol ivi, ne luna. And then I repeated to myself, all that lovely passage, that relates the entrance of Dante into the terrestrial paradise. And thought it would be sweet, when I wandered on those lovely banks, to see the car of light descend, with my long lost parent to be restored to me. As I waited there, in expectation of that moment, I thought how, of the lovely flowers that grew there, I would wind myself a chaplet and crown myself for joy. I would sing, sol Martin d'Andreo, my father's favourite song, and that my voice gliding through the windless air, would announce to him, in whatever bower he sat, expecting the moment of our union, that his daughter was come. Then the mark of misery would have faded from my brow. And I should raise my eyes fearlessly to meet his, which ever beamed with the soft luster of innocent love. When I reflected on the magic look of those deep eyes I wept. But gently, lest my sobs should disturb the fairy scene, I was so entirely wrapped in this reverie that I wandered on, taking no heed of my steps, until I actually stooped down to gather a flower for my wreath, on that bleak plain where no flower grew. When I awoke from my daydream, and found myself I knew not where. The sun had set, and the rosy at hue which the clouds had caught from him in his descent had nearly died away. A wind swept across the plain. I looked around me and saw no objects that told me where I was. I had lost myself, and in vain attempted to find my path. I wandered on, and the coming darkness made every trace indistinct by which I might be guided. At length all was veiled in the deep obscurity of blackest night. I became weary, and knowing that my servant was to sleep that night at the neighbouring village, so that my absence would alarm no one, and that I was safe in his wild spot from every intruder. I resolved to spend the night where I was. Indeed, I was too weary to walk further. The air was chill, but I was careless of bodily inconvenience, and I thought that I was well enured to the weather during my two years of solitude, when no change of seasons prevented my perpetual wanderings. I lay on the grass, surrounded by darkness, which not the slightest beam of light penetrated. There was no sound, for the deep night had laid asleep the insects, the only creatures that lived on the lone spot where no tree or shrub could afford shelter to ought else. There was a wondrous silence in the air that calmed my senses, yet which enlivened my soul, my mind hurried from image to image and seemed to grasp an eternity. All in my heart was shadowy, yet calm, until my ideas became confused, and at length died away in sleep. When I awoke it rained. I was already quite wet, and my limbs were stiff, and my head giddy with a chill of night. It was a drizzling penetrating shower, as my dank hair clung to my neck and partly covered my face I had hardly strength to part with my fingers the long straight locks that fell before my eyes. The darkness was much dissipated, and in the east, where the clouds were least dense, the moon was visible behind the grey thin cloud. The moon is behind and at the full, and yet she looks both small and dull. Its presence gave me a hope that by its means I might find my home. But I was languid, and many hours passed before I could reach the cottage, dragging as I did my slow steps, and often resting on the wet earth, unable to proceed. I particularly mark this night, for it was that which has hurried on the last scene of my tragedy, which else might have dwindled on through long years of listless sorrow. I was very ill when I arrived, and quite incapable of taking off my wet clothes such clung about me. In the morning, on her return, my servant found me almost lifeless, while possessed by a high fever I was lying on the floor of my room. I was very ill for a long time. And when I recovered from the immediate danger of fever, every symptom of a rapid consumption declared itself. I was for some time ignorant of this, and thought that my excessive weakness was the consequence of the fever. But my strength became less and less, as winter came on I had a cough, and my sunken cheek, before pale, burned with a hectic fever. One by one these symptoms struck me, and I became convinced that the moment I had so much desired was about to arrive, and that I was dying. I was sitting by my fire, the physician who had attended me ever since my fever had just left me, and I looked over his prescription in which Digitalis was the prominent medicine. Yes, I said, I see how this is, and it is strange that I should have deceived myself so long. I am about to die an innocent death, and it will be sweeter even than that which the opium promised. I rose, and walked slowly to the window. The wide heath was covered by snow which sparkled under the beams of the sun that shone brightly through the pure, frosty air. A few birds were pecking some crumbs under my window. I smiled with quiet joy, and in my thoughts, which through long habit would forever connect themselves into one train as if I shaped them into words, I thus addressed the scene before me. I salute the beautiful sun, and thou, white earth, fair and cold, perhaps I shall never see thee again covered with green, and the sweet flowers of the coming spring will blossom on my grave. I am about to leave thee, soon this living spirit which is ever busy among strange shapes and ideas which belong not to thee, soon it will have flown to other regions, and this emaciated body will rest in sensate on thy bosom, rolled round in earth's diurnal course with rocks and stones and trees. Ever it will be the same with thee, who art called our universal mother, when I am gone. I have loved thee, and in my days both of happiness and sorrow I have peopled your solitudes with wild fancies of my own creation. The woods, and lakes, and mountains which I have loved have for me a thousand associations, and thou, O sun, hast smiled upon and borne your part in many imaginations that sprung to life in my soul alone, and which will die with me. Your solitude, sweet land, your trees and waters will still exist, moved by your winds, or still beneath the eye of noon, though what I have felt about ye, and all my dreams which have often strangely deformed thee, will die with me. You will exist to reflect other images in other minds, and ever will remain the same, though your reflected semblance vary in a thousand ways, changeable as the hearts of those who view thee. One of these fragile mirrors that ever doted on thine image is about to be broken, crumbled to dust. But ever teeming nature will create another, and another, and thou wilt lose nought by my destruction. Thou wilt ever be the same. Receive then the grateful farewell of a fleeting shadow who is about to disappear, who joyfully leaves thee, yet with a last look of affectionate thankfulness. Farewell, sky and fields and woods, the lovely flowers that grow on thee, thy mountains and thy rivers, to the barmy air and the strong wind of the north, to all a last farewell. I shall shed no more tears, for my task is almost fulfilled, and I am about to be rewarded for long and most burdensome suffering. Bless thy child, even in death as I bless thee, and let me sleep at peace in my quiet grave, I feel death to be near at hand, and I am calm. I no longer despair, but look on all around me with placid affection. I find it sweet to watch the progressive decay of my strength, and to repeat to myself, another day, and yet another, but again I shall not see the red leaves of autumn, before that time I shall be with my father. I am glad Woodville is not with me, for perhaps he would grieve, and I desire to see smiles alone during the last scene of my life. When last I wrote to him I told him of my ill-health, but not of its mortal tendency, lest he should conceive it to be his duty to come to me, for I fear lest the tears of friendship should destroy the blessed calm of my mind. I take pleasure in arranging all little details which will occur when I shall no longer be. In truth I am in love with death. No maiden ever took more pleasure in the contemplation of her bridal attire, than I in fancying my limbs already enwrapped in their shroud. Is it not my marriage dress? Alone it will unite me to my father, when, in an eternal mental union, we shall never part. I will not dwell on the last changes that I feel in the final decay of nature. It is rapid, but without pain. I feel a strange pleasure in it. For long years these are the first days of peace that have visited me. I no longer exhaust my miserable heart by bitter tears and frantic complaints. I no longer approach the sun, the earth, the air, for pain and wretchedness. I wait in quiet expectation for the closing hours of a life which has been to me most sweet and bitter.  For sixteen years I was happy. During the first months of my father's return I had enjoyed ages of pleasure. Now indeed I am grown old in grief. My steps are feeble, like those of age. I have become peevish and unfit for life. So having passed little more than twenty years upon the earth I am more fit for my narrow grave than many are when they reach the natural term of their lives. Again and again I have passed over in my remembrance the different scenes of my short life. If the world is a stage and I am merely an actor on it, my part has been strange and alas, tragical. Just from infancy I was deprived of all the testimonies of affection which children generally receive. I was thrown entirely upon my own resources, and I enjoyed what I may almost call unnatural pleasures, for they were dreams and not realities. The earth was to me a magic lantern and I a gaser and a listener, but no actor. But then came the transporting and soul-reviving era of my existence. My father returned, and I could pour my warm affections on a human heart. There was a new sun, and a new earth created to me. The waters of existence sparkled, joy, joy. But alas, what grief! My bliss was more rapid than the progress of a sunbeam on a mountain, which discloses its glades and woods, and then leaves it dark and blank. To my happiness followed madness and agony, closed by despair. This was the drama of my life which I have now depicted upon paper. During three months I have been employed in this task. The memory of sorrow has brought tears, the memory of happiness a warm glow, the lively shadow of that joy. Now my tears are dried, the glow has faded from my cheeks, and with a few words of farewell to you, Woodville, I close my work, the last that I shall perform. Farewell, my only living friend! You were the sole tie that binds me to existence, and now I break it. It gives me no pain to leave you, nor can our separation give you much. You never regarded me as one of this world, but rather as a being who for some penance was sent from the kingdom of shadows, and she passed a few days weeping on the earth and longing to return to her native soil. You will weep, but they will be tears of gentleness. I would, if I thought that it would lessen your regret, tell you to smile and congratulate me on my departure from the misery you beheld me endure. I would say, Woodville, rejoice with your friend, I triumph now, and am most happy. But I check these expressions. These may not be the consolations of the living. They weep for their own misery, and not for that of the being they have lost. No, shed a few natural tears due to my memory, and if you ever visit my grave, pluck from thence a flower, and lay it to your heart. For your heart is the only tomb in which my memory will be interred. My death is rapidly approaching, and you are not near to watch the flitting and vanishing of my spirit. Do not regret this, for death is too terrible an object for the living. It is one of those adversities which hurt instead of purifying the heart, for it is so intense a misery that it hardens and dulls the feelings. Dreadful as the time was when I pursued my father towards the ocean, and found there only his lifeless corpse, yet for my own sake I should prefer that to the watching one by one his senses fade, his pulse weaken, and sleeplessly, as it were, devour his life in gazing. To see life in his limbs, and to know that soon life would no longer be there, to see the warm breath issue from his lips, and to know that they would soon be chill. I will not continue to trace this frightful picture. You suffered this torture once. I never did. And the remembrance fills your heart sometimes with bitter despair when otherwise your feelings would have melted into soft sorrow, so day by day I become weaker and life flickers in my wasting form as a lamp about to lose its vivifying oil. I now behold the glad son of May. It was May, four years ago, that I first saw my beloved father. It was in May, three years ago, that my folly destroyed the only being I was doomed to love. May is returned, and I die, three days ago the anniversary of our meeting, and alas, of our eternal separation. After a day of killing emotion I caused myself to be led once more to behold the face of nature. I caused myself to be carried to some meadows some miles distant from my cottage. The grass was being mowed, and there was the scent of hay in the fields. All the earth looked fresh, and its inhabitants happy. Evening approached, and I beheld the sunset, three years ago, and on that day and hour it shone through the branches and leaves of the beech wood, and its beams flickered upon the countenance of him whom I then beheld for the last time. I now saw that divine orb gilding all the clouds with unwanted splendour sink behind the horizon. It disappeared from a world where he whom I would seek exists not. It approached a world where he exists not. Why do I weep so bitterly bitterly? Why does my heart heave with vain endeavour to cast aside the bitter anguish that covers it as the waters cover the sea? I go from this world where he is no longer, and soon I shall meet him in another. Farewell, Woodville, the turf will soon be green on my grave, and the violets will bloom on it. There is my hope, and my expectation. Yours are in this world. May they be fulfilled.


Misowing on, I got a chance to inter outlook with the amazing Linn the Brand. Now she is an our winning online strategist, brand promoter and a publicist. She shared quite a few things about how you can make a living doing such kind of work and you need to listen to this. Check her out. This is Linn the Brand, your number one online strategist. Linn is a digital strategist, she is a publicist and a brand influencer. The difference between a publicist and an online strategist, an online strategist basically deals with the matters pertaining to digital, like that is social media management, online marketing, pushing brands online, anything that has to do, like the name itself, online strategist. So basically anything that has to do with online things and all that, that's the work of an online strategist. The work of a publicist is to book interviews for artists, like you know, make sure that if an artist has a project, your work is to make sure that the project is out there, the project is visible, the project is everywhere. Also like do organize press conferences for an artist or a brand. For online strategists, most of the times you'll find that the work itself haishi because if you're managing social media accounts, that means that the accounts have to be active every day. So some days I just like maybe work on accounts only. Some days I'll work on organizing interviews, taking artists for interviews and all that. And some days I will work on pushing brands online because I'm also that brand influencer. So sometimes I will work on all of them combined. So you'll find that I have a client or an artist who needs to be taken somewhere for an interview. And then at the same time I have a client who needs their social media pages to be active. Then I still have a client who needs their brands to be pushed. We deal with people who have businesses, both small business, big business. You have a business, you want the accounts to be managed. Your business is also a brand by itself, so you also want that brand to be pushed. It takes a lot of work, it takes a lot of research, you have to do a lot of research. Then you also have to ask yourself, is this something that I really want to do? Is this in my line of living? I want to be in a place where I feel like I'm in a field. So you can definitely make money out of it, but you have to be disciplined and you have to be patient. Sana, sana, sana. It takes a lot of years before you start even making money out of it. Before people start believing in you, believing in your services. You really have to convince people and all that. So it takes a lot of sacrifice, it takes a lot of discipline and a lot of patience. But yes, to answer your question, young people can make money out of being a publicist and online strategist and a brand influencer. What people need to know is that first of all, first and foremost, you take some time, like a lot of time. In my case, it took me a whole year to work pro bono and all that to build yourself and you reach to a place where you feel like, in your heart you feel like, now this is the time and I think I can offer this kind of service to this audience. So when you feel like that, when you start believing in yourself and you really have to believe in yourself, because when you believe in yourself, nobody will take advantage of you. Me, I had a problem of believing in myself at first. That's why people are taking a lot of advantage, people are taking advantage. But you have to believe in yourself. If you believe in yourself and you believe that I can do this, like I can deliver 200% to this client, you know. Like you believe in what you're doing, you believe in your work, then you will be able to set your foot down and you're like, no, me, I won't work for free or I won't work. You won't pay me with bundles because I know the value that I'm bringing to your brand. I know the value that I'm bringing to your company. So you won't pay me with data.  And for sure, when that person believes in you and maybe says, okay, let me pay you something kidogo, at least niyone what you can do. And for sure, if that person does that, then ataona because you're sure that you will deliver 200%. So he will see. For me, I started by charging to small, small amounts, you know, something near affordable. So it's not even like charging, it's like appreciating. So when that person gives you that something small, the next time they want to work with you because of what you delivered, you will not shoot price. The person will be like, but last time she really delivered so she deserves to be paid this way. So if you know the kind of value that you're putting, amma you're bringing to that company, amma to that brand, amma to nini, then you will be in a very good position to set your foot down and you're like, ah, me, you must pay me a certain amount of money. If not, then wachaikai. I recently scooped three awards. So in the recently concluded Fema Awards, Fresh Entries Music Awards. And the first award, you see as a publicist, what I have not said is that as a publicist I have my own PR and marketing company. It's called Foley Agency. So the first award was an honorary award like the panel decided to, after toiling for 55 years. After toiling for 55 years finally, people have seen my work and people decided to sit down and just appreciate what I do, recognize the fact that I've been working and I'm doing a lot in the entertainment industry. So the first one was an honorary award as the industry influencer of the year. The second award went to my company, Foley Agency, Foley PR and Marketing in the brand promoter category. Then the third award, and by the way, next year to Nachikwa No. 1 Foley Agency. So the third award went to my artist, the artist that I'm working with, I've been working with for a while under my company. They are called Sovereign Band. Yes, so those are three awards, one person. So you can find me on social media platforms at Lin the Brand, L-Y-N-N-E, the brand across all social media platforms and you can also follow my company at Foley Agency, Foley F-O-L-I agency across all social media platforms. You can DM either my personal account or you can DM Foley Agency. We will be there to sort you out. This goes out to the young people and especially I'm an advocate of young ladies who are pushing so hard to be somewhere without compromising. So continue pushing, sometimes it might not be easy, things might not go the way you want them to, but do not compromise. Just continue pushing, continue praying, continue trusting in God's work hard. Remember determination knows no failure.


Frontier Town, the saga of the Roaring West. Frontier Town, El Paso, Cheyenne, Calgary, Tombstone. Frontier Town. Here is the adventurous story of the early West, the tamed and the untamed. From the Pekos to Powder River, Dodge City to Poker Flat. These are the towns they fought to live in and lived to fight for. Teaming crucibles of pioneer freedom. Frontier Town. If you know anything about Dose Reyes, our Frontier Town, then you've probably heard about me, Chad Remington. Oh, not that my name means anything, or am I an important citizen. But it just so happens that I'm a Frontier lawyer. Just about the only lawyer in the whole county and for hundreds of miles around. To tell the truth, were it not for the little ranch my father left me, I'd never make both ends meet practice and law. But even with the direct type of law we sometimes have on the Frontier, we do have a court and we do have a judge. The fact of the matter is that Libby, the judge's daughter, may someday become Mrs. Chad Remington. I say may, advisedly, and it's all because of what happened not much more than a week ago. It all started when a crowd of hoodlums rode into Dose Reyes, airing their lungs and triggering their gun. Whistled with some of his best.  Think you can hit that little gold eagle on that flagpole across the street? I sure can. Watch. Shoot for it. And the first man to hit it gets six free drinks on me. Get them hog legs out and let's get to shooting. When this had gone on for a full minute, the judge, looking out of his office window and not finding anyone with a badge or otherwise attempting to stop this bloodless riot, slammed his window and stalked down the street toward the scene of the disturbance. He said stop it. Watch that again, mister. Were you talking to us? I most certainly was talking to you. You and the rest of these hoodlums. Oh, we're hoodlums, are we? Judging from your conduct, you most certainly are. Now put those guns up before we throw the lot of you in jail for 30 days for disturbing the peace. Quiet, quiet, quiet, you jaspers. I'll handle this whole coat.  If you think it takes a sheriff or a marshal to lock you up, you've got a lot to learn. You either desist and behave like decent people, or I'm exercising the prerogative of any citizen and arresting you myself. Fran, I don't know anything about this pre-whatever you call it, but if you think you can lock me up, come on. Try it. Why, you contemptible insufferable... Yeah, what's all... Oh, what are you doing here, judge? Howdy, black tree. Howdy, boys. Well, mister Turner, I suppose these maniacs are customers of yours. Yeah, judge, not only are they customers of mine, they're friends of mine. If they are friends of yours, Turner, then the friendly thing to do would be to tell them to either behave like gentlemen while they're in dos Rios, or learn to be gentlemen with a 30-day course in our town jail. The trouble with you, judge, is you're getting old. Oh, I am, huh? Well, I'm not too old to arrest a lot of them, and you included, if I have to. Well, thank you, lawyers, to say that something remains to be proved. But what I was talking about was you seemed to forget when you were just a high-spirited young wadi yourself out to have a good time. I am not forgetting anything, but you seem to forget that we've got a few laws left in dos Rios. But jeepers, judge, these boys have been up country for a couple of months now. Ain't they entitled to come to town and have a little fun? Look around the street, Turner. There isn't a man-woman or child who hasn't run inside, or has hidden in some doorway. Frightened. Frightened off the street, they pay taxes to maintain. Yeah, so? So, I'm giving you a final warning. While these men or any other of your so-called friends are in dos Rios, either they tow them out and behave, or not only will they go to jail, but I'll issue a writ padlocking your place, closing it up as a public nuisance. Well, the riot or near riot happened in the middle of town, and as a result, I knew nothing about it because, well, I was out at the judge's house paying a visit I was enjoying on his daughter Libby. Chad, believe me, I've thought about it as much as you say you have, but living the life you do, one-third lawyer, one-third freelance marshal, and one-third plain and simple troubleshooter.  A woman wants peace of mind and security. Well, doesn't respect an affection and adoration mean something to a woman, too?  And what's wrong with the Albanian? Oh, nothing. Run out of two states for peddling that fraudulent patent medicine of his. You only use he-ass for waters to bathe in it and that not too frequently, and, well, it isn't Cherokee. It's just that I feel you aren't quite ready yet to settle down, Chad. Once you can convince me that you... Well, glad you're here, Chad. Well, I'm glad somebody's glad I'm here. Why, Judge?  Oh, Father, I hope you didn't get into a fight. No, but if I had, there'd have been a half a dozen cracked heads down there, I'll tell you. What was it, Judge? What happened? Well, it's a long story, Chad.  Well, you already know what the judge told me. All about the rowdyism in town and his clash with Black Jack Turner and his coterie of gun-totan friends. However, what I didn't know and what the judge couldn't possibly have known were the repercussions resulting from his threat to padlock Black Jack's Golden Slipper Entertainment Hall. Because while he was recounting to me what had happened, Black Jack and a couple of his friends were in the Golden Slipper mulling it over. Now, I ain't telling you what to do, Black Jack, but I run up against solid citizens like that judge before.  Ben ain't just talking, Black Jack. You could see it in the old goat's eyes that he meant what he said.  Yeah, I know. But I've been doing a little thinking. Thinking that might be good for this whole town. Yeah? That bold-headed busybody's been a judge around here for the last 12 years, just because the people elected him once. You mean you ain't had no election for 12 years? No, I mean he's been re-elected every two years just because it's become a habit. Sir. As a matter of fact, nobody's ever run against him. So all right, but what's your idea? Now, there's an election coming up at the end of this month. Me and a couple of other jaspers in the same business would like it a lot better if we had a new marshal. A more cooperative marshal? Yeah. So wouldn't it be a lot better if while we were trying to elect a new marshal, we ran our own candidate and elected a new judge?  Who'd you run? Don't a judge have to be a lawyer? And the only lawyer around this side will stop is that holier-than-now Chad Remington. Oh, is that so? And maybe you didn't know that old man Simpkins used to be a lawyer back in Indiana. Jughead Simpkins? Why, Jughead Simpkins ain't drawn a sober breath for years. Sure. It'd make our campaign all the better. We could prove to the voters around here that even an old sought-like Jughead would be a better judge than that fossil we got. Oh, Blackjack, it wouldn't do you or us any good if he was elected. He don't even know what day of the week it is. Ah, that's just the point. Now, if we elected Simpkins, don't you see he'd do anything we told him? With our own marshal and judge? Gentlemen of toast, I give you Judge Jughead Simpkins. Well, Libby was right. Being a troubleshooter at heart, I decided to go down and pay a call on Blackjack Turner to see if I couldn't make him realize that those rears had grown up and that it was no town for the bad ones. The saddlebombs, gents on the prod, and the ordinary back country variety of troublemakers. Aside from the usual gaiety and the golden slipper, everything seemed serene as I spotted Blackjack and walked up to his table. Well, what do you want, Remington? I want to talk to you, Blackjack. Talk to you like a Dutch uncle. Yeah. Well, I don't want to talk to you. In fact, I don't even want you in my place. You've got to be careful who I let in here, and the golden slipper's got a good reputation.  I'm asking you decent. Are you going to get out? I'm going to get out when I'm good and ready. Frankie, Ben, get him out of here. My pleasure, Blackjack. And just to make sure there's no real trouble, I think I'll just take charge of that puffer. Are you low down? Come on, Frankie. We've got someone we're even out of here. We'll be so kind. Let's have that famous march from the fumbs right. We'll return to the second act of Bullets for Boothill, our exciting Frontier Town adventure in just a few moments. Teartown. Well, there's a saying that there's no fool like an old fool, but as you're seeing, in my case, age didn't make any difference. However, it didn't take me long to get over feeling foolish, particularly a few days later when I was sitting in my office still licking my wounds, and Cherokee O'Bannon came banging up the stairs from his livery stable below. Belly blue blazes, Chad, wait till you hear. Wait till I hear what, Cherokee? Well, they're running someone else against the judge in the election next week. What? Running someone else for judge? Are you sure? Sure, I'm sure. I got the information from the man who's running. The man who's running? Who is it? Old man Simkins. Jughead Simkins. Simkins? And what were you doing talking to Simkins? Well, I... Now look here, Chad, what's that got to do with it? Come on, now, where did you see Simkins? You were over in that saloon again, weren't you? That thing you so indignally call a saloon is a rendezvous for the less fortunate people, people like me. We refer to it as the working man's club. Well, sit down, and don't sit across the desk from me. Sit where you can exhale toward the open window. Tell me what else you found out. What else? Isn't that enough running a sod and rep a bait like Jughead for judge? But who's running him? Who's behind him? Well, I ran out of money at that stage. Although if I'd had another four bits in my jeans, I'm sure I could have found out. Another four bits worth of drinks, and you might have found out. But when you woke up tomorrow morning, you wouldn't have remembered anything about it. Counselor, that is a base calamity. A sip of the hair of the dog that bit me, and I would have been sharp as a tag. Regardless, I'll bet you right now that this is some of Blackjack Turner's doings. And by glory, Cherokee, if it is, I'm not going to rest until Turner and his whole crew are run out of this town, and preferably up to the state penitentiary. A few days later, when we could start reading the handwriting on the wall and the ridiculing posters tacked up all over town, Cherokee and I were in a sober and solemn conference with a judge and his daughter, Libby.  Mr. Simpkins never knew any law at all. It's been burned out of his brain by alcohol years ago. The ridiculous part of it is that there are actually people in this town who are starting to believe all those palpably asinine lies they're spreading around.  And don't believe I won't answer them. Factually, categorically, and point by point. I wish we really knew who was backing Simpkins. So hard to fight when you don't know whom you're fighting. Well, Libby, it may be hard to fight, but it's not too hard to figure out. Oh, I know whom you suspect, Chad. But honestly, I don't think that... Sapper and sea serpent, sir. What was that? Chad, someone threw a knife through the window. A knife with a note pin to it. I'll get it. Well, this is going to set the Democratic former government back to the Dark Ages. What is it, Chad? What does the note say? Yeah, let me read that. Warning, if you try making that speech tomorrow, you'll never make another one. A friend. Of all the cheap, contemptible, cussing things I've ever heard of? Threats in a political campaign. Well, they're not intimidating me. Well, I should hope not. You'll show this note to the Marshal and have deputies all around that meeting. Certainly. That's a good idea. The Marshal's up for reelection, too. And this is aimed at him as much as it's aimed at me. We'll have every deputy in town protecting that meeting.  What?  What do you want to do, have my father killed? Or maybe you think you can protect him single-handedly? No, no, Libby. That's no way to talk to Chad. No, it isn't, isn't it? He couldn't even protect himself the other day. Not Blackjack Turner's saloon. My dear Miss Libby, what chance has one man got again? Thanks, Cherokee, but this isn't the time or the place for defending my stupidity. However, I'm still of the opinion that it would be a grave mistake to have tomorrow's campaign meetings surrounded by deputies. Now, if you'd only try to figure out what might be behind this thing, Judge, I think you'll see that... Chad, you're just wasting your breath trying to argue with us. I'll fight for reelection. I'll fight every thieving no good in this town. But just so long as we have law in order, I'm going to have the full protection of that law that I'm sworn to defend. Every blessed chance I can get it. It was bad enough trying to argue with an old moss-back like the judge. But when it came to arguing with Libby... Well, there are several old axioms that apply to a situation like this. And besides, after the dressing down Libby had given me a few days before, about being footloose and trouble-seeking, I just decided that the better part of Valar was to let it go with that. So, with Cherokee in tow, I went at the problem in my own way, keeping both eyes peeled when we attended the campaign meeting at which the judge spoke the next day. Even with the increase in civil suits, three cases out of four that are tried in my court are still criminal actions. Do you want a judge like my opponent to sit on the bench for that? No. Very well, then. Friends and fellow townsmen, then let us face facts. Let us compare the record of my opponent with my own record since we both came to Dos Rios. Let us investigate and see which one of us has contributed more to the welfare and to the civic health of our community. But as we pulled away from Town Hall and started through the business section of town, we could soon see that it had been Blackjack, Turner's, Golden Slipper Saloon that had been held up. The trail led out of town and then suddenly, just as suddenly as the shots had started, the trail vanished into the rocks. For the moment at least, it was a lost cause. There was no trail to follow, so the Marshal slowed his own horse and turned in the saddle. Ha! Ha! Say, there's no use killing off these horses, boys. Rain after. Ha! Ha! Well, they certainly disappeared like prairie dogs in the desert, Marshal. Yes, and no wonder. Marshal and all his deputies hadn't been down to a political meeting. A man might be able to get some protection around this town. Don't be ridiculous, Turner. The Marshal was only doing what he was supposed to do. Protect me from being murdered. Yeah? Well, what about me? I'm a businessman and a taxpayer. Don't you think I'm entitled to some protection, too? Now, hold on, Turner. Me and my deputies were out of town almost as fast as you were. Sure, almost as fast. You almost got me back that $20,000 they got out of my safe. What do you mean? I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Because the Marshal's office is so busy working for a judge who can't even take care of himself, I'm offering a reward of 10% or $2,000 for the conviction of the man who robbed my safe. Come on, boys, there's no sense wasting time out here. Let's be getting back to town. If you've noticed, I'd learned enough by that time to keep my mouth shut. But I did keep my eyes open. After the mob dispersed and went back to town, it didn't take Cherokee and me very long to discover the trail we'd been following was the trail of only two horses. It wasn't very likely that only two men could successfully hold up a saloon like the Golden Slipper and get away with it. That is, not without a little help. A little inside help. Why am I saying it, Mother Chad? How can you even figure that this is an inside job? Item number one, the note that was thrown into the judge's house. I tried to tell the judge and Libby, but they wouldn't listen. But did you notice the knife the note was stuck on? The knife? Yeah, it was a boning knife. A boning knife such as Butcher's use, or they use in restaurants. Restaurants like Turner's Golden Slipper Cafe. That doesn't prove the robbery was an inside job. Item number two, wouldn't it make sense if this was a planned inside job to threaten the judge so that he'd do the obvious thing and seek the protection of the Marshal and all of his deputies? Yeah, presuming you're right, Counselor. Why should a man want to steal $20,000 for himself? Item number three, you just heard Blackjack trying to make it sound as if the judge got special protection at the expense of all the other taxpayers. Now, if enough taxpayers believe that argument, the next judge in this county will be Jughead Simkins. Man alive, how can you even start to prove that? Well, by doing something that's even more ridiculous, Cherokee, you and I are going to draw out every dollar we have in the bank and gamble.  Come on, Ben, have another one. You know, tonight for my special friends, the drinks are on the house. Well, for $20,000, a fellow ought to be able to buy a lot of drinks. Hey, look who just walked in, Chad Remington. Looks like we can have the professor play the march from the Bums Rush all over again. Wait a minute. What's he doing coming in here with O'Bannon and the Marshal? I don't know, but we'll soon be finding out. Here he comes. Believe me, Turner, I wouldn't be coming in here if it wasn't on business.  Why, I wouldn't throw you up. Did you say something about my $20,000? He certainly did. That reward you put up was so tempting we went out and found it. What are you talking about, anyhow? I don't believe you. That's the truth, Blackjack. I've got the men who held you up down in jail and they've confessed. And if you don't mind, Turner, being a lawyer, I'd like my fee in advance. That'll be exactly $2,000. And in your case, I won't charge costs. Put it politely. We want the reward. First, I want to see the money. You don't have to worry about the money, Blackjack. I got it down to my office. That is not all of it. See here, this is some the Marshal didn't have room for. We decided to hang on to that much in case you welt, Blackjack.  Okay. Come on, Ben. We made a bargain. We better live up to it. He sure had made a bargain. And as soon as they left for the private office, Cherokee, the Marshal and I sneaked out to the back window in the alley and watched. Is the door there, Blackjack?  They never got back that $20,000. It's still right here. For sure. How could they get it back when it's always been right here? All right, Turner Reach. We heard every word you said. Marshal, look out. They're gone. I don't mean to sound as if I'm boasting, Blackjack, but I generally get what I aim at. And in your case, it wasn't just your gun arm. To square myself with a certain young lady in town, I've spent the last three days aiming on putting you in jail. Come on. Frontier Town starring Reid Hadley and featuring Wade Crosby as the Bruce L's production. Story in Direction by Paul Franklin. Music written and played by Ivan Ditman. Be sure to be with us again same time next week for another fine action adventure story with your favorite young western star, Reid Hadley. And now this is Bill Foreman telling you that Frontier Town comes to you from Hollywood.