Now, if she has only attended one of Tom Brown Jr.s seminars she would know what to do. He once spent a summer month or so in Death Valley with just what he could carry in his pockets to challenge himself. He did fine—caught small game, ate plants, distilled water using a plastic bag and a hole dug in the sand (details a little fuzzy—it’s been decades since I read his books)
COSTUMED CRIMEFIGHTERS ACADEMY – Online (for the duration of the emergency)Review Lesson #50: The Ordeal Begins. “Into the blistering wilderness of Shur, the man who walked with kings…now walks alone.Torn from the pinnacle of royal power; stripped of all rank and earthly wealth; a forsaken man without a country, without a hope; his soul in turmoil like the hot winds and raging sands that lash him with the fury of a taskmaster’s whip. He is driven forward, always forward, by a god unknown, toward a land unseen…Into the molten wilderness of sin where granite sentinels stand as towers of living death to bar his way.Each night brings the black embrace of loneliness. In the mocking whisper of the wind, he hears the echoing voices of the dark. His tortured mind wondering if they call the memory of past triumphs or wail foreboding of disasters yet to come or whether the desert’s hot breath has melted his reason into madness.He cannot cool the burning kiss of thirst upon his lips nor shade the scorching fury of the sun. All about is desolation. He can neither bless not curse the power that moves him, for he does not know where it comes.Learning that it can be more terrible to live than to die, he is driven onward through the burning crucible of desert, where holy men and prophets are cleansed and purged for God’s great purpose, until at last, at the end of human strength, beaten into the dust from which he came. The metal is ready for the Maker’s hand.” (“The Ten Commandments,” 1956, dir. Cecil B. DeMille) Of course, the kid is not stepping out for that purpose, but she has started her ordeal. Now, some might suggest that she could just wait for the next train to pass, but who knows how long that will take? So – off she goes. While we cannot control the forces that place our graduates into their particular ordeal, it is usually good for seeing the stuff our students are made of.
davidf42 about 4 years ago
Morning, Anniephans!
Yeah, but you still need food and water. And you still need to call your Daddy.
davidf42 about 4 years ago
Leonard Starr’s Annie
“Skip Smith and Anya Toze”
October 28, 1980
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EczNQpZXgAEHvds?format=jpg&name=large
davidf42 about 4 years ago
Little Orphan Annie, week of January 18, 1970
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1c-Scwra4nXizgOVNX1FqX5-79c-K_iWc/view?usp=sharing
micromos about 4 years ago
Oh, crap!
Jan C about 4 years ago
She’s already been several days without food or water. She’s in for a rough time in the desert.
LeslieBark about 4 years ago
Now, if she has only attended one of Tom Brown Jr.s seminars she would know what to do. He once spent a summer month or so in Death Valley with just what he could carry in his pockets to challenge himself. He did fine—caught small game, ate plants, distilled water using a plastic bag and a hole dug in the sand (details a little fuzzy—it’s been decades since I read his books)
jrankin1959 about 4 years ago
COSTUMED CRIMEFIGHTERS ACADEMY – Online (for the duration of the emergency) Review Lesson #50: The Ordeal Begins. “Into the blistering wilderness of Shur, the man who walked with kings…now walks alone.Torn from the pinnacle of royal power; stripped of all rank and earthly wealth; a forsaken man without a country, without a hope; his soul in turmoil like the hot winds and raging sands that lash him with the fury of a taskmaster’s whip. He is driven forward, always forward, by a god unknown, toward a land unseen…Into the molten wilderness of sin where granite sentinels stand as towers of living death to bar his way.Each night brings the black embrace of loneliness. In the mocking whisper of the wind, he hears the echoing voices of the dark. His tortured mind wondering if they call the memory of past triumphs or wail foreboding of disasters yet to come or whether the desert’s hot breath has melted his reason into madness.He cannot cool the burning kiss of thirst upon his lips nor shade the scorching fury of the sun. All about is desolation. He can neither bless not curse the power that moves him, for he does not know where it comes.Learning that it can be more terrible to live than to die, he is driven onward through the burning crucible of desert, where holy men and prophets are cleansed and purged for God’s great purpose, until at last, at the end of human strength, beaten into the dust from which he came. The metal is ready for the Maker’s hand.” (“The Ten Commandments,” 1956, dir. Cecil B. DeMille) Of course, the kid is not stepping out for that purpose, but she has started her ordeal. Now, some might suggest that she could just wait for the next train to pass, but who knows how long that will take? So – off she goes. While we cannot control the forces that place our graduates into their particular ordeal, it is usually good for seeing the stuff our students are made of.