I once asked my students, "Do any of you ever talk to yourselves?" Of course, they all replied "NO!" In reality, we do it 24 hours a day, even we do it a lot when we are sleeping. It is called 'Thinking.' Professor Sam Wells has a special connection with his brain that has an IQ that is higher than that of Albert Einstein. He has always had a problem communicating with 'Normal' people, so he learned to be well acquainted with himself. Sam finds himself in a very precarious situation in this portion of my new novel, Re-Constitution. He has secrets to a new formula that can render death as a thing of the past and a US President is determined to get his hands on it. I know you'll be amazed at how Sam Wells, a prodigy and a good man, deals with his crisis. it makes for great reading and serious contemplation. Enjoy:
Wells of Intellect
ICAF Safe House
San Gabriel, California
January 6, 2013, 10:37 p.m.
Hoover was flooding Sam Wells’ mind with a million different possibilities reactions to the email Ruby Zhang had sent him. There actually were only three of four, but the mental images kept revolving and recycling around in his head so much that it seemed like a million to Sam. He could sit there and wait for Ruby to call or text him back, but he had already waited fifteen minutes for that, which was like a lifetime to Hoover, who never let Sam relax.
Sam looked at the half-filled coffee cups that lined the floor along the walls. He had intended to drink the rest out of every one of them. “Your coffee is an obsession, and it makes me work overtime, Sam.” Hoover told Sam.
Most people would say talking back to you all the time in my head is an obsession too. Sam replied silently to Hoover.
“Well, actually, Sam, most people would call it thinking. We just have a … special relationship.” Hoover tried to reason back to Sam Wells.
Oh really? I think most people would actually say we were crazy. Now, leave me alone; I should gather up all the research. He told Hoover silently.
“Why not just eat them and live forever like that guy Hawk?” Hoover asked Sam.
Because, I am a freak and I don’t want to be a freak for eternity, especially with you in my head. Sam thought.
“You hurt my feelings, Sam, perhaps I’ll make you shut down for a few hours.” Hoover told Sam.”
“No! I can’t sleep now!” Sam said loudly over the music and the TV back to Hoover. “There’s too much to do before they find me and I know they will.”
“There’s too much information to gather it all up. You’ll have to destroy it.” Hoover replied inside Sam’s head.
Sam had already stored most of the leaves in a cooler away from his location, but he still had enough of them there with him to give an adversary a lot of hope of developing them for sordid purposes, and without the research, he was back the square one. Sam Wells was one of the most brilliant men to ever walk the earth and had no idea what to do.
Damn! I am the smartest and the most stupid man alive! He waited for Hoover to tell him otherwise, but his brain must have concurred.
Sam grabbed the CD player remote and switched it off. He had played it constantly during his waking hours and his ears had become so accustomed to the constant pounding sounds that he had to grab his ears that had started ringing from the silence. Then Hoover latched onto the report on TV. A Fox News Channel reporter was talking China’s apparent naval buildup.
“It isn’t really clear why so many Chinese warships are docked at the moment along China’s eastern ports. Satellite images and video have clearly shown though that either Beijing is planning to have an amazing show of naval power in some kind of huge naval games, or they are planning something real. The Taiwanese government is expressing great concern about what they see as Chinese sword rattling that they believe is aimed at them. Officials in the Arthur Administration have told Taipei and Fox News that the Chinese are simply conducting long planned war games. Yet, such demonstrations of military might have rarely, if ever been shown in Military war games anywhere. Taipei has raised their alert status to threatening. We’ll keep you posted.”
Hoover reminded Sam of the email he had received that had put all his research, which was so close to being complete, in dire jeopardy. Sam switched the TV off too. Sam stood up and walked over to his table where he had ten of the amazing leaves spread out along with reams of paper all filled with his research and organized. He held up one of the leaves to his desk lamp and spoke audibly to it with a very raspy voice, since his words were some of the few he had said in the past six months out loud. Hoover had been doing all the talking for him.
“I only got my hands on you babies because God wanted me to, and He must want me to keep you and has a purpose in all this … this confusion, he certainly put my prints are all over you.” He told himself. “What should I do? What if you fall into the wrong hands?”
Sam looked at his hands. Even Hoover couldn’t stop them from shaking, and he had the most terrible desire to pee his pants, which he suppressed. “I don’t … don’t have time to pee.” Sam Wells lowered his arms again and took in three large breaths and exhaled three times. He felt calmer after he did that and looked at the surveillance screens again and saw nothing. Yet, He knew it would be just a matter of time and those same boring cameras would light up the night with the forces amassing around his apartment building and crouching down and running to their locations to wait for their orders to strike or to stand down.
“Oh well, we all have to die of something.” Hoover told him.
“I see you, devils! Where’s Ruby? Focus Sam; you’ve got to zero in and get a grip! Focus! There’s no one there.” He shouted and a muffled hoarse voice.
“Sam, that’s my imagination. There’s no one there; not yet, but you know there will be.” Hoover replied.
“Where’s Ruby? Ruby, I need you!” he tried to scream.
Sam Wells picked up his secure phone and dialed Ruby Zhang’s number. The security symbol appeared first on the screen and then he heard the first ring. Sam was afraid his shaking hand would drop it, but he managed to hold it to his ear, but to no avail. No one answered. She’s probably dead. Sam thought.
“You’re so pessimistic in a crisis, Sam.” Hoover told him.
Sam Wells had already attached the research files to his computer’s secure hard drive and encrypted them with a code that only he and Ruby knew. He wondered if he should just destroy it all before Arthur’s demons got there and stole it.
Every encryption can be broken and invaded.
“Hey this is Hoover you’re talking about. They can’t open that one, because I created it” Hoover said. “Just wait; there’s no one here yet.”
Yes … I mean no … I need coffee! Sam thought and looked around for his cup. It was buried somewhere under six months’ worth of stacks of papers.
“Sometimes I wonder how I got stuck in your head.” Hoover lamented.
Me too. Sam agreed.
“I am you, you intelligent idiot.” Sam frowned as the thought ran through his head.
Sam stopped looking for his coffee cup and screamed loudly this time as his voice seemed to return. “Ruby, where the hell are you, anyway?”
He looked the five screens and the cameras clearly showed five armed invaders and many others were setting up for an attack. She’s dead; I’m sure of it.
Sam grabbed a pistol from his desk drawer. There was only one bullet. “Sam, the word ‘Sure’ means that you know. We know a lot, but not that. Give her time.”
Sam saw the three more agents near his building now. He was sure the place was already surrounded. Time? What time? They are going to take my work and I’ll be responsible for changing the world just like Robert Oppenheimer was. I can’t let that happen!
“Sam, you’re no killer; you know that.” Hoover argued with Sam. Sam knew it to be true too, and he was determined not to kill anyone, besides himself.
I am sorry, Ruby?
“What about us, Sam? Not sorry for us?” Hoover pleaded in Sam’s head. “
Shut up!” Sam Wells screamed and wondered silently if he could actually do it, as his eyes shifted from screen to screen and he held the gun up to his face and looked at it benignly.
“I have a reason to die now. God will understand, and I belong to him anyway.” Sam thought before talking to himself out loud again. It was a habit that neither Sam’s mom and dad nor Ruby Zhang could break. So, they all had just learned to put up with it, because Sam Wells was irreplaceable.
“I know she’s lying dead in her home. He placed his mouse’s curser on the fry icon on his desktop screen and made sure the bullet was in the chamber. He looked at the screens and every camera now showed the FBI Special Skills agents everywhere. All of them were in place and even more vehicles were parked outside now.
“It was now or never, It’s actually never, Sam! You can’t kill us! We are irreplaceable!” Hoover screamed inside Sam’s head.
Yeah, really? Ha-ha, the graveyards are full of loony-toons like me.
“Like us.” Hoover said.
“Shut up!” Sam shouted and grabbed the sides of his head with the pistol still in his hand.
“Calm down Sam; have I ever let you down?”
Yes! All the time! You turned me into a freak!
Sam grabbed the sides of his head again and moaned loudly.
“That was mean, but let’s think. How about you check the encryption and try to send everything to the ICAF terminals? Sam raised his head and jumped up and almost ran to his keyboard. He logged in and set up the files to send and when he hit the send button, nothing happened. His connection had been severed. The NSA had Wells’ IP address and with their own group of geekish loony-toons, who were almost as bright as Sam Wells, it was easy to break into his system and render it useless. Sam’s security was priceless and impeccable, but the Government knew how to make the word security a misnomer.
He considered the cost and price of his patriotic theft of the leaves he had taken from Iraq. I should have given them to them. Maybe they would have let me do the research.
“They would have killed us.” Hoover disagreed.
Well, I’m about to kill us; so, what’s the difference? He was sure it would demand his life. I know it’s curtains for me, but better just me than the whole world.
Hoover said nothing and that surprised Sam. Hoover had no logical reply to Sam’s ultimate conclusion. He frantically ran around his state of the art flophouse that had nothing appealing to him at all except for the largest servers he had ever built. Now, all he had established was about to come crashing down.
“They can have me.” Sam said out loud. “But they can’t be allowed to get the material or the research.” Hoover again remained silent. “If they found me this easily, they will know where to find Ruby too.” He was frantic.
The forces outside had not yet moved from their positions, but they were all there with their automatics charged and aimed right at him. He watched the surveillance screens and held the gun in his right hand. He looked at it. They were ready.
“I saved this bullet for just such an opportune moment as this.”
Suddenly, three of his ten cameras went dead and the screens filled with snow. Sam Wells shoved the gun into his pocket and hysterically started pulling open drawers around his disheveled apartment looking for wires. I’m crazy I know.” He thought and admitted to himself.
“But, we read that if you know that you’re crazy, you probably aren’t.” Hoover said.
You still here? Sam asked Hoover.
“Yep … you’re right. You are crazy.” Hoover told him.
Wells took the wires and plugged them into the six powerful servers he had built himself and he had tears in his eyes. Wells attached six different wires to a switch. He looked at the security screen. Everyone had to have been in place and was waiting. He looked at his hands as he tried to attach the cords. He was shaking so much he could hardly get it done. Wells told himself. I won’t be here to see the world taken to a new and bitter low.
“We don’t want to die, Sam.” Hoover pleaded. His stomach growled and sweat beaded on his brow.
“Today’s a new day. It’s all going to reveal who are the sheep or the goat this time. Like Jesus said, the wheat’s been sown with the weeds. Soon the world will know who the weeds are so we can uproot them.” Sam Wells told himself audibly. “We’ll know who the true believers are soon enough.”
Sam turned a switch on and a blue button illuminated. Only true believers will rebel and I will not be one of the few who will survive. He held his finger back from the button, pulled his gun out of his pocket and waited to see, listen and smell for the enemy.
Sam’s heart broke more every time he thought about pushing that button that would destroy every file and every record of his research on all six of beautiful servers than the thought of pulling the trigger and ending his life. He wasn’t worried about losing his life as much as the hours … months of information.
Freedom’s better than circuit boards. Sam was sure of it. Hoover was not.
January 6, 2013, 10:52 p.m.
Rowland Heights, California
Nothing could empty Ruby Zhang of her will to stay awake more than the moments that she rethought and relived her past. The images of her parents being beaten and thrown into those black cars, never to be seen or heard from again, always drained her. After Ruby had sent the file to Sam Wells and closed the laptop on her desk, she felt as though she’d pass out right there in her chair. Ruby had managed to stand to her feet and make it over to her couch before she simultaneously collapsed onto it and was asleep before she closed her eyes. Ruby normally dreamed every night, but she had already had her night’s slumbering vision standing up and staring at it all out her window with a cigarette in her hand. She was asleep more deeply than she had for a long time.
When Sam Wells had texted her the first time, the cell in her hip pocket had chimed and vibrated, but she felt nothing. Ruby always left her cell on repeat notification and it had notified her already seven times that she had an encrypted and secure text waiting for her, with each time giving a louder sound and more aggressive vibration, but it wasn’t until her phone’s eighth attempt that she actually woke up and instantly pulled the phone from her pocket. “Damn! I never sleep like that! Why today?”
ICAF Safe House
San Gabriel, California
January 6, 2013, 10:53 p.m.
“Now, for the umpteenth time, answer your phone Ruby!” Sam Well screamed at his phone.
“I thought you said she was dead. Are you screaming at the dead, Sam?” Hoover asked Sam.
I thought I told you to shut up earlier! Sam mentally told Hoover.
Sam saw it all happening right before his eyes in the two functioning cameras remaining. The forces outside his place, that had positioned themselves and were waiting before, were now on the move and crouching and slinking around his building and had encircle it. He picked up his scanner phone and pressed the scan button. Lights started to twirl and flashing as it cycled through every available channel until it found the nearest frequency, which was just outside. He could hear everything that was said over their radios.
January 6, 2013, 10:56 p.m.
Rowland Heights, California
Ruby opened the text message and read Sam Wells’ message. “Ruby, you there Ruby? I need you. The file was corrupted; there was no encryption. I am getting ready to die.” Ruby ran over to her computer and tried to look at her file and the internet connection was closed. “My God, they’ve found him … and me. They didn’t have to find me. These were our friends, until this devil was elected!” She whispered out loud. Nikki Peng was right.”
Ruby saw another text and that she had received twelve calls from Sam. Usually it was she who tried to find him, but today, he had flooded her phone with calls. Ruby knew he had been compromised. She read Sam’s second text.
“They … you know … the bad guys; they are out here. I can see them everywhere. Hoover wants me to kill myself, but I don’t want to. Please call me … find me; do something!”
Who the hell is Hoover? Ruby wondered.
ICAF Safe House
San Gabriel, California
January 6, 2013, 10:57 p.m.
Sam Wells took the gun and held it up to his eyes as he heard the entrance door below break open from the battering ram. He looked at the gun and stuck the barrel in his mouth. It tasted like death to him and he wasn’t sure he could pull the trigger.
“You are really going do it like that?” Hoover asked him. “You look like a coward. I can’t believe I am in your head!”
Me neither! Sam thought and then realized how crazy it sounded and quickly pulled it out of his mouth and started to talk to himself fast and loud and his hands shook so much he was afraid to accidentally kill himself.
“Hoover, should we die this way? I understand, from what I’ve read that it is risky, because I could become an invalid and not die at all the way I want.”
“You scare me, Sam when you start being rational; that’s my job.”
You are me! Sam thought.
“Really? Now, I agree, go ahead and shoot!” Hoover told him. Sam actually started laughing at himself. He held the gun back up to the side of his head.
“Should I let them choose for me?” Sam’s finger seemed like it was frozen. Hoover told him the squeeze the trigger, but his body refused to obey.
January 6, 2013, 11:01 p.m.
Rowland Heights, California
Ruby was surprised that her cell was still connected. “They’re evil and smart, but not perfect.” She placed a secure ‘Protocol Seven’ message to her security team. She had never needed them in all her years in the United States. Times had changed. “At least in the last four years.”
Ruby turned on the camera monitors and saw it all just outside her building. There were ten black SUV’s. The sight of the black menacing vehicles made her mind almost collapse as they made her fall to her knees and then to the floor in a fetal position. It all came crashing back into her mind. It was all so much like she had witnessed as a child when the black vehicles had pulled up in front of her home and had taken the people she loved the most.
“No! Leave my mommy and daddy alone!” She creamed out the words she had not been able to say then.
Her whole body started shaking and her face became drenched and her hair matted instantly with sweat. She told herself to calm down. She felt her insides wanting to convulse and her skin tingled and she seemed unable to find her rational self.
“You can’t have them, you bastards; not again!” There was no neighbor to rescue her this time. If Arthur took her, she’d be instantly whisked away back to China and hanged or shot for her crimes against the Chinese people.
With her whole body shaking and her mind screaming at her, she barely felt it, but her phone was vibrating and it finally got her attention. She calmed down and was able to see the real world again, in a haze at first and then clearly. She wiped the sweaty sting out of her eyes and took her phone and answered it.
ICAF Safe House
San Gabriel, California
January 6, 2013, 11:03 p.m.
Sam Wells thought of how he’d be treated if they took him alive. He had his pistol pointed at his head now and a finger next to a button that would destroy all he had built and used for the past twenty-five years and all the profound research on the new material he had found. He decided it was easier to pull the trigger than to destroy all his life’s work.
Sam closed his eyes and customarily spoke to himself. “You gotta do this, there is no alternative. It’s just the wheel of Fortune, the roll of the dice.”
“Wells, you coward! Pull that damn trigger, you loser!” Hoover screamed at him. Sam Wells had tears in his eyes when he dropped the gun to his side and saw his front door fly open.
“Get down on the floor! Now!”
Sam just stood there and looked at the forces that had flooded into his home. Then he spoke to them. “I have to do it, you know … it’s not that I want to, heaven’s no, but Hoover’s forcing me to!”
The captain and his invading forces looked around with their guns ready to kill whoever this Hoover was.
Remember, we have orders to take him alive. You take him alive, you got it? He cannot die!”
“Copy that.” The captain looked calmly at Sam Wells who had his gun’s barrel glued to the side of his own head. “You need to get down on the floor now!” One of the forces shouted at Sam.
“Yeah, you’re right, I probably need to do that, but I am not going to do it; can’t you see I have to do this. I have no other choice!” Sam screamed.
“Do what?” the officer shouted.
“This!” Sam Wells said very peacefully and solemnly as he pressed down on the button that instantly melted everything he had built. Sam didn’t care about the files anymore. His babies, all his research and the servers he had designed and built himself were toast now. Sam went into a rage and began throwing anything he could find at the invaders.
January 6, 2013, 11:06 p.m.
Rowland Heights, California
Lurking outside of Ruby Zhang’s apartment, in the Casa La Paz, one hundred and fifty FBI Special Skills Forces began to spread out like colonies of ants. They had to be quiet because the place was beautifully kept up and manicured, where at least four hundred people lived. Getting into the place silently would not be hard. The Colonel of one of the groups took out a code finder and instantly the gate opened and remained so.
They all filed into the complex and fanned out and made ready to achieve the target and achieve the objective. Silent signals were sent to the captain in charge that told him everyone was in place. The captain took a deep breath and said a prayer.
Ruby spoke to her people on her cell. “Where are you now?”
“Ruby, we are near your twenty in the chopper! We are coming hot and loud. Thought it’d be good to wake up the neighbors. You still good at climbing?”
“In moments like this, it’s what I do best.”
“OK, we’re marked FBI and going to draw their attention long enough for you to get out the window and onto the roof. Go now!”
The forces outside of Ruby’s apartment were about to storm into the building where ruby lived. Just as the lead agent was about to give the order, everyone heard a thumping sound in the air. The leader saw a chopper heading their way with the insignia on the side that read FBI.
“I never gave the order to send in a chopper; did any of you?” He demanded to know into his radio. Everyone affirmed the same response.
The chopper came in close and low. “Then it can’t be one of ours. Fire at will!” Suddenly, the silence was gone. The sound of gunfire filled the air and at first, residents stuck their heads out and then instantly pulled them inside and locked their doors and got down on the floor.
The men in ICAF chopper returned fire and several of the FBI Special Skills Forces were killed instantly. No one was watching Ruby’s location anymore. Ruby immediately disconnected the hard drive from her laptop and stuck it in her pocket. She ran to the window and did what she had mentally practiced hundreds of times. She stood on the ledge and grabbed hold of the gutter downspout and pulled herself up from her second story apartment and onto the roof.
“I got you, Ruby! Sorry had to kill a few.”
“They were not our friends anymore anyway” She said into her cell. “They are serving a new Mao now!”
The ICAF chopper tilted to the right and flew over the building and landed on the roof. Plaster started falling on top of the residents in the apartment building’s second floor and screams could be heard from everywhere as FBI bullets crashed through windows and walls as they aimed to shoot the chopper twirling on the roof. Three ICAF members ran out of the chopper firing on automatic at the forces below, while Ruby barreled at full speed over to the chopper and dove inside. The ICAF forces all ran back and kept firing and once they were all inside it lifted off the roof and headed west.
“Where to, Ruby? You’re the boss.”
“That does not thrill me to hear right now. How far is it to the safe house in San Gabriel?”
“We can be there in four minutes.”
“Make it two.” Ruby said as she loaded a weapon and got ready to find and save her friend. “I will not turn my back on a friend the way this country has done.”
ICAF Safe House
San Gabriel, California
January 6, 2013, 11:12 p.m.
“Hoover, it’s the probability that doesn’t works for me. I tell you, it just does not add up at all.” The forces that had broken into Sam Wells’ apartment looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
“As a matter of fact,” Hoover told Sam. “It is surer than not that they do not intend to kill you, at all.” Hoover told Sam.”
“You think so?” Sam replied seemingly to no one.
“Who the hell’s he talking to?” The captain asked.
Sam heard Hoover explain his logic. “Because, all mathematical theory would dictate that had they wanted you … dead, like your babies over there,” Sam Wells looked at his servers with a look of great sadness that were still smoldering. His face became completely calm and placid and he looked at the forces that were looking right back at him. “I’d already be dead, mathematically speaking, already.”
The captain radioed a sniper. “Do it!”
Sam heard the words “Do it” but had no time to move. A second later, a dart flew threw his apartment window and stuck in his neck. Sam Wells felt the dart penetrate his skin and he grabbed hold of it and pulled it out. He looked at it and smiled.
“See.” Hoover told Sam. “Ha-Ha, I told you we wouldn’t die.” Sam’s smile disappeared as he fell to the floor and didn’t move.
The Captain walked up to him and shook him. “He breathing?” The medic checked Sam. “He’ll live”
The Captain looked at Wells. “You were right, old boy. You didn’t die, but you might wish you had.”
Aboard ICAF Chopper
In Route to ICAF Safe House
January 6, 2013, 11:14 p.m.
“It’s your call.” Ruby told the ICAF pilot.
“Well, to be honest, Ruby, we don’t have the option of surprise this time. They’ll be watching and waiting for us.” He switched on an infrared camera. He saw four red marks on the monitor. “It’s just as I thought; they already have four choppers over the site and are lying in wait for us. We’ll be sitting ducks if we try it now.”
“It’s the same damn story of my life!” Ruby lamented. “All I ever get to do is sit and watch the bad guys take my people away, while I am helpless to do anything but get pissed!” Ruby’s eyes were wet and she forced her tears back. She knew that Sam’s fate would be the same as her parents had faced, if they did nothing.
The pilot flipped a switch on the monitor and could see two men carrying out a limp body. He pressed a button and the two men and the body they were carrying all began to glow red. “That has to be Sam they’re carrying. The heat sensor shows he’s alive. They probably darted him. Sam’s installed this little device didn’t he? It works perfectly.”
“Yeah, he did and it might save his life. I told him thank you for using his skills to help our movement, but he said to give Hoover the credit.”
“Hoover? Who’s Hoover?”
“I’ve never been able to figure that out.” Ruby said. “And every time I asked Sam, he changed the subject, but I have a few theories.” Ruby took a deep breath as they watched Sam’s body loaded into a black SUV and driven away surrounded by five other cars and two Choppers above giving them cover. “Where’s the nearest friendly place?”
“We’re a little low on fuel, so that will have to be in El Monte.” The pilot told her.
“Get us there, and we regroup in one hour. Eat something; say your prayers, if you believe. We’re going to take our Einstein back, but some of us probably won’t be coming back.” Ruby said as she sat back in the chopper bench, closed her eyes and saw her mother’s and father’s faces and spoke with her eyes closed. “I am not going to let this Mao have what the other took from me!” The chopper veered off to the left and headed for El Monte, California.
In the Author’s Own
Words
I was born
and raised in Knox, Indiana and graduated
from Knox High School in 1977.
In that same
year, I began college studies at Emmaus Bible College, located in Dubuque,
Iowa. I completed my degree at Bethel College, in Mishawaka, Indiana
and earned a B.A. in Organizational Management of Human Resources.
While in
France for six years, I was able to earn a Certificate of Fluency in the
French Language at Cavilam Institute of the French Language in Vichy,
France.
I successfully completed my Master’s Degree
in Liberal Studies at Indiana University in 2001.
I have worked
a number of years in various countries in Europe, Asia, Africa and North
America, and I have visited or lived in 35 countries. I have worked in
literacy, English language acquisition and Cultural Research in such countries
as Turkey, France, Senegal and Gambia, West Africa.
I have worked as a freelance journalist in countries such as Iraq, Turkey,
Israel, Pakistan and Bangladesh.
While residing in Senegal, West Africa for
three years, I established a School by Correspondence for African students
in the African countries of The Gambia and Senegal West Africa.
I founded a Cultural Center for refugees in
France, where I lived for six years. Because of my experience, today I
can fluently speak French and Turkish.
Before returning to reside in the United
States in 1995, I worked as an instructor of English and Business skills for
four years at Bilkent University in Ankara, Turkey. I was responsible
for the supervision of ten tourism instructors, and supervised the
development of syllabi, course outlines, and the development of pertinent
materials for Tourism and Business courses.
I also assisted in the development of a
Masters of Business Administration and Public Presentation skills course. I
also participated in the Development of a specialized course in Business translation;
I instructed students who were seeking a diploma in Translation and
Linguistics. I also developed materials and taught a Specialized Writing course
to deepen students’ abilities in communication for business and writing
purposes. I was involved in several World Bank courses, which were offered at
the University as well.
In August of 2012, I returned from China,
where I spent six months as a visiting Author/Professor at the Shenyang
Institute of Engineering. I taught courses in Oral English Presentation,
Writing in English for Business and Creative Writing and American Culture. I
was very impressed the students there and it was one of the best experiences
and teaching opportunities of my life and career.
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I
spent 4 years in Turkey and I know this good and democratic people
well. I can truly say that the most memorable and wonderful place I have
lived, out of 35 countries, in my life, is the Democratic Republic of
Turkey. Turkey is not an Islamic republic. It follows the democratic
constitution of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, and which he wrote for a secular nation. 
Though
Turkey has had a history of abuse in the past and had a tough time
getting to true freedom, since the rise of power of the great and
freedom-loving president, The Late Turgut Ozal, whom I personal met
three times, Turkey has enjoyed real freedom and a vibrant democratic
election process. I can say that having lived there and married there
and worked in Bilkent University there for over 4 years. 
One
of the major tenants of a free nation is its people's right to protest
peaceably. This situation has highlighted the growing revelation that
the present government in Turkey is too pro-Islamic and brutal to the
nation of people and that refuses to allow their people to follow a
constitution that has always guaranteed their right to be free. 
This
should not shock anyone here nor should it cause us to judge the
Turkish people for their protest. They are smarter and braver than we
are now in America, because the same evil and dictatorial abuses of
power are taking place right here in "The land of the Free and Home of
the Brave." That term is no longer fitting in Obama's America. 
I stand with the FREE PEOPLE of the Republic of Turkey and say...Ne mutlu Türküm diyene! - Steven Clark Bradley 
