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We Can’t Help
By: Shaun Ray Randolph
Sitting here in my dorm room at Liberty University, I am guilty of sometimes taking for granted all that it took for me to get here. Before this college experience there was a time of stress and tension. Pressure to complete financial aid forms, applications, letters of recommendation, scholarship essays, and transcripts. My parents had to exhibit a lot of tough love in order to ensure that I made the most of my college opportunities. They stayed on me each day about all the work necessary for this time in my life. Often, I wished they would just relax, but if it weren’t for them my laziness may have landed me somewhere other than college.
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Making My Money Work 4 Me
By: Kyle Washington
On Saturday May 5, 2007, I attended an event hosted by the New York Urban League Young Professionals (NYULYP) Annual National Day of Service. This year they partnered with their national sponsor Citigroup to present a financial workshop for teens about making your money work for you.
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Vision and Dreams
By: Todd Murray, Jr.
My name is Todd Murray, Jr. and I’d like to share something I know about having vision and dreams. I am a college student at Frostburg State University and also an entrepreneur. I created a business called Murray Enterprise where creating manuscripts and character illustrations is the scope of my work. For the company’s first project, I have developed a story entitled Double Dual, which features a compelling storyline with a number of interesting characters I’ve developed.
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The Missing Piece: A Fatherless Life
By: Todd Murray, Jr.
A father figure is something every child should have—especially males. Growing up with no father figure causes personal problems. Maybe that is why so many teenagers have a lot of issues with our attitudes, emotions, actions and feelings. I was adopted following my birth at Fort Campbell, KY. I never knew my father or mother. My adopted father, Richard Briggs, died in 1994 when I was 4 years old. The last memory I have of him is when he took me my brother and I fishing on the Cumberland River. That is my only memory of him.
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