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Love him or hate him, the man was a genius. Here is an interesting article from LifeSiteNews.com that was posted a week before his death. Some great lessons in there.

Flashback: Steve Jobs Is a Genius Alright, But Even Geniuses Need to Be Born

I saw this on Twitter from @StevenErtelt of Lifenews.com.

This post was made years back but it is just as heart felt today.

When I was younger I used to always wonder why people would ask "Where were you when Kennedy died?" I didn't get what the big deal was. Now when someone asks me "Where were you on 9/11?" I understand perfectly what they were talking about. On 9/11 I was no where near NY. I was living in Pacific Grove, CA with Brian. I was almost 8 months pregnant with Bella. I woke up to kiss Brian goodbye for work and he told me I had better check the news because he saw online that there was news of a terrorist attack.

When I turned on the TV, I first thought a single terrorist flew his own plane into the Twin Towers. Then a realized a regular commercial flight with innocent people on board were made into human bombs. And not just one flight - many of them. I kept thinking that the Twin Tower workers probably never saw it coming but the people on the plane were aware and watching it unfold. I was dumbstruck until all I could do was sob. (Even now its hard to hold back the tears when I think about it.) I don't think I ever got off the couch that day as I watched and cried. Brian came home and eventually made me turn off the TV so I'd stop thinking about it.

I remember at one point someone told me that it was a shame that I was bringing a baby into a world such as this. For a moment I thought she was right but as I came to my senses I thought - no! This child of mine is a sign of hope! It is a breathe of joy and peace in the midst of evil and darkness.

Two weeks later Bella was born a month premature. (I always wondered if my stress at that time had something to do with it.) Weighing only 3lb, 12 oz she was tiny but had a feisty, fighting spirit and came out fine. My beautiful little Isabella Rose Marie. She was my proof that no matter how troubling things may look or how small and insignificant we may feel, with God, you can find a purpose, a means, and always hope.

Lately, it seems like everyone has been complaining to me about the Duggar family - from my hairdresser to my mother-in-law. This article from Lifenews.com came just in time.

Hey People: Is the Duggar Family Too Big or Are Our Hearts Too Small?

It seems everyone has been talking about the young girl that saw her dad after a year of him being away in Iraq. It's a heart tugging 30 seconds.

Did a tear escape as you watched it? Me? Heck ya!

French Team: "The Americans? We're going to smash them. That's what we came here for."

Garrett Weber-Gale's response to the trash talk: "I don't even want to hear it. We'll take care of business in the pool."

They took care of business. The American guys team won the 4x100m swim race.

That's the way to do it, baby!! Woohoo!!

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When I was younger I used to always wonder why people would ask "Where were you when Kennedy died?" I didn't get what the big deal was. Now when someone asks me "Where were you on 9/11?" I understand perfectly what they were talking about. On 9/11 I was no where near NY. I was living in Pacific Grove, CA with Brian. I was almost 8 months pregnant with Bella. I woke up to kiss Brian goodbye for work and he told me I had better check the news because he saw online that there was news of a terrorist attack.

When I turned on the TV, I first thought a single terrorist flew his own plane into the Twin Towers. Then a realized a regular commercial flight with innocent people on board were made into human bombs. And not just one flight - many of them. I kept thinking that the Twin Tower workers probably never saw it coming but the people on the plane were aware and watching it unfold. I was dumbstruck until all I could do was sob. (Even now its hard to hold back the tears when I think about it.) I don't think I ever got off the couch that day as I watched and cried. Brian came home and eventually made me turn off the TV so I'd stop thinking about it.

I remember at one point someone told me that it was a shame that I was bringing a baby into a world such as this. For a moment I thought she was right but as I came to my senses I thought - no! This child of mine is a sign of hope! It is a breathe of joy and peace in the midst of evil and darkness.

Two weeks later Bella was born a month premature. (I always wondered if my stress at that time had something to do with it.) Weighing only 3lb, 12 oz she was tiny but had a feisty, fighting spirit and came out fine. My beautiful little Isabella Rose Marie. She was my proof that no matter how troubling things may look or how small and insignificant we may feel, with God, you can find a purpose, a means, and always hope.

When I first heard that they found Laci Peterson's body and the body of her child Conner, I was literally sick to my stomach. Later I remarked to Brian that it's ironic that everyone sees the horror of Scott Peterson killing his 8 month old (in the womb) son but had Laci chosen to have an abortion at 8 months there would be plenty of people willing to escort her to the clinic. So does that mean Baby Conner's life is only worth saving if his mother wants him? The logic is so screwed up I can only pray that people start to get it. Perhaps since NOW is upset, more people will catch on. Daily Record News - Laci Peterson case tied to Roe debate