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A Matter of Proportion
A Matter of Proportion
A Matter of Proportion
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In order to make a man stop, you must convince him that it's impossible to go on. Some people, though, just can't be convinced.
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Release dateFeb 13, 2015
ISBN9781633558533
A Matter of Proportion
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Anne Walker

Anne Carter Walker is the former director of FaithTrek at Iliff School of Theology. She holds a PhD from Claremont School of Theology and currently works for the Oklahoma Center for Nonprofits.

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    A Matter of Proportion - Anne Walker

    A MATTER OF PROPORTION

    BY ANNE WALKER

    In order to make a man stop, you must convince him that it's impossible to go on. Some people, though, just can't be convinced.

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    In the dark, our glider chutes zeroed neatly on target--only Art Benjamin missed the edge of the gorge. When we were sure Invader hadn't heard the crashing of bushes, I climbed down after him. The climb, and what I found, left me shaken. A Special Corps squad leader is not expendable--by order. Clyde Esterbrook, my second and ICEG mate, would have to mine the viaduct while my nerve and glycogen stabilized.

    We timed the patrols. Clyde said, Have to wait till a train's coming. No time otherwise. Well, it was his show. When the next pair of burly-coated men came over at a trot, he breathed, Now! and ghosted out almost before they were clear.

    I switched on the ICEG--inter-cortical encephalograph--planted in my temporal bone. My own senses could hear young Ferd breathing, feel and smell the mat of pine needles under me. Through Clyde's, I could hear the blind whuffle of wind in the girders, feel the crude wood of ties and the iron-cold molding of rails

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