PROFESSIONAL PATH

PROFESSIONAL PATH

A brief and visually helpful timeline style walk through of my work experience...

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SKILLS, TALENTS, AND ABILITIES

SKILLS, TALENTS, AND ABILITIES

Showing determination in the face of fear makes us extraordinary. Wow, that's deep but hey, check out some of these awesome skills...

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FISHY BUSINESS

FISHY BUSINESS

His roommates are pretty worthless but that doesn't stop him from saying, "Ooop. Ooop. Ooop." on the regular...

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Reading Time: 3 minutes The heart does not always follow tradition (or even logic for that matter), instead, the heart simply wants what it wants. In this story, we have a young woman who is arranged to marry someone to whom her heart does not want. Take a read, and tell me what you think. True Love By Matthew Mansfield A young woman of fourteen who never made malice She dwelt as a servant within the walls of the palace. Her life was decided from start to finish arrangements all made to wed Sir Minish This marriage would lift her from disgrace But to her Sir Minish was a pudding face Her looks were appealing to him he stated This interest in her made the parents elated At the months end she would become his property For the parents the funds arranged for delivery This exchange of a daughter would their lives set to motion Not more low, rather, high class would be their commotion Minish money to high status would their family’s name send Which to her may as well be her life’s very end This is not love, nor is there a flicker of hoping My future is to be filled with hurt and moping On her way to the village she found it swelling inside This whole thing is wrong I do not feel alive! While feeling sorry she noticed a silly man in town square His clothes funny fitting and he had wild brown hair He danced and laughed as a crowd did gather He grabbed saddle soap; a pigs rump did he lather She laughed and she smiled as she watched on Forgetting her troubles she had carried so long After the show concluded he went on his way Toward the castle so he could this act display For the jester she found a small fire burning Approaching there eyes met and he too felt the yearning They knew without words each was half less the other Together one soul bound in love with the other Together laughing and playing It was love without saying What of my life? The time is running near My parents will not have it; it is status they fear Loving words, a kind gesture From a good man, a jester “Does not matter!” father yelled, “You are a woman, a thing to look and beheld!” “Leave her to herself” the mother said, “Off to her room let her clear her head.” Moving in quietly to the bedside she moved A word or two I must expound unto you When a man and a woman find a love that is true It binds them forever so this thing thou must pursue The mind of thy father is small he forgets his own past At our meeting he then only made small wages, Take a look around his earnings ye see all that he hast He has a good heart but a mind thick and aging Go now to thy love I will resolve Sir Minish’s waging A grateful hug and a kiss, off now to her true love He waited for her behind a street just above In there arms was a grasping that shared all their feelings Finally, one, together, no more love will treasures be stealing

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Reading Time: 2 minutes The analogy of the bible with Adam and Eve helps us to develope a solid sense of purpose. In the same way, this short poem explains to young minds (that cannot understand such things as evolution) how things came to be. The Chicken or the Egg? By Matthew Mansfield I see a chicken a top an egg that sets The baby beak pokes threw the egg as it pecks But which of the two came before the other Was it the baby chick or the roosting mother? A good question my child and a wise one at that How did the egg come to be while she sat on her sat? It started in the beginning with Adam and Eve Before they were learned and no more naive Heavenly Father assembled her, the first Mother Chicken Combined with a spouse the great Rooster Chicken Together they lived and loved one another Until Eve decided to become a mother From this time it started, no more where two The family of Adam are so that I could have you The chickens in turn were commanded to follow This source sprang the first egg that soon became hollow. This cycle continued without hesitation Its secret instilled within each generation. It’s all part of a plan from our Heavenly Father The way we return without any bother Many children now come into this world each day So that they might grow up and follow His way Remember this lesson for the next set of ears For our time is confined to so many years The secret is passed now from me on to you Don’t forget when you’re asked that will be your queue

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Reading Time: 2 minutes My little boys ask awesome questions and so it leads to fun answers. Especially when they were young they would quickly lose interest I would try to write down their question and make a fun poem to answer it. This way when the question is asked again I’ll have turned the answer into a fun story to read and reread. The Air That We Breathe By Matthew Mansfield The air that we breathe is not a tangible thing We take it in and then out But of what use to us does it bring? How can a thing that I do not see Be the root of all life on this planet that be? Why would all of the creatures made Be subject to trust on a thing of aide That does not to our eye make notice So that we might not believe it hocus pocus? If I believe in air then I believe in nothing For air is nothing, Or to my reason its so Because to the natural eye I see nothing blow This is because my mind tells me to trust in the things that I see, Not the things that I must But my heart feels as so too my body The movement of wind as I work and I lobby When will the eye of man see the air for what it is not what we want it to be? It is through air that each of us lives Then why cannot man see this source that gives To each of us the precious breath of life? It is our fear and doubt that causes us this strife. For the belief in a thing that is seen and real Is opposed to the guidelines of the original deal We agreed to be tested, we said hide the facts Let us search out each truth through our deeds and our acts now we are in this world with hidden factors a stage truly filled with varying actors This time to prove, His mysteries to find If this is applied we won’t be left behind

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Reading Time: 2 minutes This one is one of my less popular works, and possibly one of the more controversial. So many people have a firm opinon about this topic, but I thought I would share my belief here, and also explain (briefly) as to why. Enjoy. Pro Life or Pro Choice By Matthew Mansfield Pro life or pro choice? What be your voice? In one hand you grant the ability to give The other you restrict the option to live Why should ye choose one side or the other? thou read this and so ‘life’ was the choice of thy mother Now think back to the plan of our design The plan proposed was one that would not confine The vote of the Father favored choice over life This is true for decisions of man cause us strife We then reason our Savior favors not life over choice This to bring judgment on each for their voice. Man has the ability to take life in his hands Because in the beginning we chose the course of our plans From the grace of our lord we were granted it then Now it is our turn to choose for all men Which would the Father us choose; Life over choice? If this is the decision, then no freedom but force Was this not the plan and the path of another? The design of Satan to restrict each mother If each woman gave life at the expense of her own Then what be her mission his or her own? If thou wilt remove options and dictate ones course Then no freedom has man, and the result is remorse We are free here to choose, free to govern salvation This gift is extended to each person and nation Now it is time, come forth, cast thy opinion We need not to those by default have dominion For if we vote to restrict, then that side do ye favor As for me, myself, I side with the Savior

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Reading Time: 1 minute Okay, not everything has to be a book, right? I have small things to share, and that is mostly because the younger your little one is, the less attention span they have. This poem is for the smallest of attention spans. Pete’s Feet By Matthew Mansfield Hello, my name’s Pete. I have two feet. Aren’t they so sweet The way they set there so neat? When I run my feet just can’t be beat! After playing all day I pull them out to check on each pinky Uh-oh, PE-EW, they both got all stinky!

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