Ylanne S.
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| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Non-Profit |
| Occupation | I edit on a consultancy basis, and I teach ESL and Creative Writing. I advocate for autistics and keep a political blog. I am a crime writer, and sometimes, a philosopher. |
| Location | United States |
| Introduction | I measure success like this: If upon my death one person can honestly say of me that I made their life a little bit better, made them smile on a day when they were down and out, then I will say to you that my life was successful. If upon my death, it can be said of me that I never compromised my morals, that I strove to glorify God through all things, that I always loved others and always stood for what was right, then I will say to you that my life was successful. I measure failure like this: If I see an opportunity to say "Hello" to a stranger, smile to a forlorn face, slip a coin to a homeless man, hold open the door for someone, or to say "Thank you". . . and I don't take it. . . then I have failed that person. If I make you a promise and I don't keep it, I have failed you. If I don't comfort you when you are grieving, don't listen when you are venting, don't sit with you when you need me. . . then I have failed you. |
| Interests | Autism advocacy, terrorism and national security, comparitive religion, etymology |
| Favorite Music | Niyaz, Skillet, Azam Ali, Vienna Teng, Joan Baez, Lisa Gerrard, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan |
| Favorite Books | Flowers for Algernon, Cry, The Beloved Country, Jude, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, The Rag and Bone Shop, Orpheus Lost, Consent to Kill, Eye Contact, The Unknown Terrorist, The Afghan, The Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, The Apostle, House Rules |
If the first casualty of war is truth, then what is the cost of a crusade against terror? Perhaps it's the knowledge that in order to eradicate evil we must begin to emulate the evildoer. And if you label your enemy "evil" long enough, you justify even the most immoral act as noble. -Jeff Stetson