text:
This story starts off at ground zero on the day of me hitting rock bottom. I had burned all my bridges, with nowhere to go, no one to call and I began to realize that I had no one to blame.
There was one friend who I believed would help me if I asked him, so I jumped into my car and raced over to his house.
He lives across town in an upper-class community and his house is immaculate inside and out. I'm so jealous of his house and of how much he puts into it. His house is big, beautiful and well-kept and I would never derserve to own or live in a house like that.
I pulled up to the curb of my friend's house and saw him outside watering his amazing lawn. I honked my horn and rolled down my window and yelled to my friend: "God...!" (My friends name is God) "God, I need your help, I messed up real bad!"
My friend dropped the garden hose and ran over to my car and said: "Brian, I knew something like this was going to happen, of course I will help you, slide over, I'm going to drive."
"Um....what?" I said: "No, no.... you don't need to drive God, I got it! I'm already here, just come around to the other side and get in."
God smiled at me and said: "Brian, I love you. I want to help you..... I'm going to help you, but in order for that to happen, you have to let me drive. I have a place I would like to take you, someplace safe."
Well I got angry as I replied: "Safe? Safe! Look God, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm going through withdrawl, I'm bitter and resentful, and I'm mad at the whole wide world! I don't think you understand what I need from you. See God, I need you to come with me to my home and I need you to change the mind of my spouse. Make them look at me with those adoring eyes again. Make them overlook my frequent infidelities and lack of comittment. And if I'm late coming home some nights, or even just don't make it home at all, mane that ok with them too. Maked them stop nagging about my smoking, drinking and drug use. Give them the strength and desire to love me more and more each day in spite of what I do or say. Then I want to take you to each of my friend's, and I need you to change their hearts about me also. Then we need to go and see my boss, and he needs to learn to overlook the sloppiness of my reports, accept the work hours that I select that work best for me. Then I need you to show me how to get all the euphoria out of getting high but without all of the psychosis, paranoia and negative consequences. I need you God to keep everyone off my back and keep my life together. So seriously God, please get in! We have a lot to do, a lot of stops to make and I'm tired. I want to be home and in bed within the hour....!"
"Oh B!....." (My friend God calls me "B" sometimes) "Oh B! That's quite a plan. We could do that, but I tell you what, let me take you some place you can rest a while and later we can talk about all that other.........'stuff'. You have to trust me on this B, the only decision that I am asking you to make is to just slide over and let me drive. Can you at least just trust me that much?"
And so I went out on faith, but mostly because I was so tired, I let my friend God drive.
A short time later, we pulled up to the Midnight Mission and we got out of the car.
"What is this place?" I asked God, and he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me dead in the eyes and said:
"This is my house Brian; I want you to stay with me for a little while. Here you can heal your wounds and let go of the hurt and pain. We will spend each day getting to know each other and you will make some lifelong friendships with other guests that I have staying here. You will transform from a taker to a giver and your heart will be full always. You will learn how to smile and laugh, and at times you will cry, especially when you realize just how much you don't deserve any of this. You will fall in love with me and I will be your first manogamous relationship. Your strength will be forged out of fire and tested, and I will prepare you to do great and amazing things in my name. You will bring lost people to me by telling them what I did for you when no one else would even look at you. I will remove from you the desire to smoke, drink and do drugs, and in time you will even surrender to me those things you think I don't know you secretly lust for. You will be on time and your word will be more reliable than any contract. The whole world will know your name and you will tell them all about me, and that's merely the beginning. So what do you say B? Will you stay with me?"
Well how could I say no to that offer? I said: "Yes!"
"Great, you just made the best decision of your life, now go through those doors and ask for Jackie Breland, and tell him that I sent you, and remember to call on me for whatever you need. I love you so much Brian, and I will see you soon."
Then my friend God gave me a huge hug and started to walk away.
"Wait God! I have a question.....If THIS is your house, then who's big, beautiful, well-kept house was that where I picked you up?" I asked.
God just looked at me and smiled and said: "That's your house B, I've been taking really good care of it for you until you are able to receive it, and that's just one of the many gifts I have for you my friend!"
The End

By: Brian D. Baltimore

title: God's House

question: What does the text say about the narrator?

answer: The narrator is named Brian. He is going through a rough patch in his life. He has burned all his bridges and has nowhere to go. He is going through withdrawal, is bitter and resentful, and mad at the whole world. He is also going through infidelity and lack of commitment. He is also a drug user.

critique: "He is also a drug user." - this is incorrect. The narrator is going through drug withdrawal.

critique: The narrator is named Brian. He is going through a rough patch in his life. He has burned all his bridges and has nowhere to go. He is going through withdrawal, is bitter and resentful, and mad at the whole world. He is also going through infidelity and lack of commitment. He is also a drug user.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The narrator is named Brian, but God calls him B.


split: train

text:
Greetings All –

Let me recognize my fears so that I may see the truth beyond them. Step 51 (MP3) [Open in Drive or copy to your Drive – Download folder or play from Drive – Step PDF also.]

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  Let me recognize my fears so that I may see the truth beyond them. Step 51
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YOUR OBSTACLES MUST BE RECOGNIZED in order for you to see beyond them. If they are ignored or denied, if they are protected or called by other names, you will not realize the nature of your restraint. You will not understand that which oppresses you. Your life is not born of fear. Your Source is not born of fear. To be able to recognize your fear means that you must realize that you are part of something greater. Realizing this you can learn to become objective about your life and to understand your present circumstances without self-condemnation, for it is within these circumstances that you must cultivate yourself. You must start from where you are. To do this you must take inventory of your strengths and weaknesses.

IN YOUR TWO PRACTICE PERIODS TODAY, evaluate the existence of your fears and remind yourself that your reality is beyond them, but that you must recognize them to understand their damaging presence in your life. Close your eyes and repeat the idea for today; then consider each fear that arises in your mind. Remind yourself that the truth is beyond that specific fear. Allow all fears to arise and be evaluated in this way.

TO BE WITHOUT FEAR, YOU MUST UNDERSTAND FEAR—its mechanism, its influence on people and its result in the world. You must recognize this without deception and without preference. You are a great being working in a limited context, in a limited environment. Understand the limitations of your environment and understand the limitations of your vehicle, and you will no longer hate yourself for being limited.

PRACTICE 51: Two 30-minute practice periods.

Picture:  Pécs, Hungary - Old wall supported by beams, once for defense against fearful attack.

If this is your first time seeing one of the “Steps to Knowledge”, then welcome. There are 365 Steps, daily spiritual practices if one seeks to complete them in a year, but that is not necessary. They can be used by people of any religious tradition or no religious tradition. They will help one to become mindful in the world.

The Step today is from the book: _Steps to Knowledge: The Book of Inner Knowing._ The practices were brought to the world through Marshall Vian Summers, The Messenger for The New Message From God. Important background for the Steps is in: “G_reater Community Spirituality_” and the “_Wisdom Books - I and II”_. Hard copies are available from the New Knowledge Library Store. The Society for the New Message from God also has a Free Book Project. If you need the books now, PDF files can be found here: http://goo.gl/RJuuGP

Keeping a journal is recommended. If you have a Steps book, write your reactions and comments, highlight or underline points that strike you, and date the note. In this way, your Steps book can be a partial journal.

Using the PDF, you can print out pages as you need them, or use the software to maintain a digital copy where you can enter notes and highlight text that stands out.

Other modern methods of keeping a journal include having a document on your PC or phone to keep notes. You could send yourself an email or use the voice recorder function. It is important to capture insights and reactions because it is by this means that you can understand change. Sometimes it may just be a word or short phrase, an image or a scene.

To end this post I again offer the blessing: "May the presence of the Teachers be with you." In the invocative language of Knowledge this blessing is: "Nasi Novare Coram" (pronounced NAH-see no-VAHR-ay co-RAHM)

The short form of Nasi Novare Coram used by students is NNC.

NNC

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P.S. Often it takes 18 months to get through the Steps once. For this blog, the pace is one-a-day, but it really makes no difference how fast you do it, only that you begin, persist and repeat. Posts linked below provide a trail that may let you have a virtual companion when and if you want one. One may have to study alone, as I did in the beginning. There are other Steps students blogging their experience and you might find a person more like you as a companion, or use a number of such Steps journeys.

Doing Steps with only the texts, messages and your life experience, including what you may have studied and practiced is your journey. I’m showing Step comments after the Step, so as not to influence anyone in advance. It is a wilderness trek to be left to your own wits, but then you can also listen more closely for guides, angels and teachers, always first saying: “I surround and protect myself with the Love and the Grace of God.” Thankfully, I was taught this practice in 1989.

question: What does the text say about fears?

answer: The text says that to recognize your fear, you must realize that you are part of something greater. Your life is not born of fear, and your Source is not born of fear. Recognizing fear means that you must realize that you are part of something greater. Realizing this, you can learn to become objective about your life and to understand your present circumstances without self-condemnation.

critique: The answer should mention the practice of recognizing fears.

critique: The answer does not mention how to recognize fear.

critique: The text doesn't phrase the question this way.

critique: The text also says recognizing fear means that you must take inventory of your strengths and weaknesses.

critique: The answer does not mention the practice of recognizing fears.

critique: The answer should mention that you must take inventory of your strengths and weaknesses.

critique: The answer should mention the practice of Step 51.

critique: Failed to answer the instruction of what fear means

question: Summarize what the author is offering the reader.

answer: The author is offering to let the reader recognize their fears so that they may see the truth beyond them. They are offering to recognize the reader's obstacles so that the reader can recognize the nature of their restraint. The author is offering to recognize the reader's fears so that they can realize they are part of something greater. The author is offering to teach the reader to be without fear by understanding fear.

critique: The author is not offering to let the reader recognize their fears, but rather to recognize their fears.

critique: The author is not offering to teach the reader to be without fear.

critique: The author is not offering to teach the reader to be without fear; rather, they are offering to teach the reader to recognize and understand fear.

critique: Some of the sentences in the answer imply that the text is something that may be offered by one other than the author.

text: The answer is repetitive, it should be condensed to be more precise.

category: coherence

question: What does the text say about your environment?

answer: The text says that you must understand the limitations of your environment and understand the limitations of your vehicle, and you will no longer hate yourself for being limited.

critique: The text also says that understanding your environment will help you be without fear.

critique: The answer should mention that it's talking about fear.

critique: It is omitted that the text says that you must recognize the existence of your fears to understand the damaging presence in your life.

critique: The answer should mention that the text is talking about fear.

critique: The text also says that you must recognize your fears in order to see beyond them.

critique: The answer should mention the context of the limitations.

critique: Note that the first phrase is evidence of this advice and the second sentences merely restates it without giving more context, not of most use.

question: What does the text say about yoga?

answer: No answer

critique: No response is provided as to what information is contained in the article, which is stated as an answer to the actual question.


text:
The 2005 KANSAS STATE WILDCATS FOOTBALL TEAM represented Kansas State University in the 2005 NCAA Division I-A football season. The team's head football coach was Bill Snyder. The Wildcats played their home games in KSU Stadium. The team finished the season with a win-loss record of 5–6, and a Big 12 Conference record of 2–6.

Schedule

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Game summaries

FIU

The Wildcats were favored by 10 points going into the game.

Kansas State running back Thomas Clayton ran for 177 yards and two touchdowns to lead Kansas State to its 16th straight win in a season opener, a 35–21 over Florida International in the Golden Panthers' first game as a full member of the Football Bowl Subdivision.

Kansas State Quarterback Allen Webb threw for 161 yards and two touchdowns for the Wildcats, but also lost a fumble and threw one interception.

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Marshall

Kansas State was favored by 12 points going into the game.

Kansas State edged out Marshall by a score of 21–19. Marshall had the option of kicking a field goal with 9 seconds to go in the game, but decided to run one more play. This would be a decision they would soon regret. Marshall quarterback Jimmy Skinner, subbed in for an injured Bernie Morris, threw an interception to end the game and seal a victory for the Wildcats. Kansas State quarterback threw two touchdowns for the second week in a row, one to running back Thomas Clayton, who ran for another score. Kansas State beat Marshall at home, the Thundering Herd's 8th home loss since 1991.

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North Texas

The Wildcats were favored by 13 points going into the game.

Kansas State got a great game out of back up running back Parrish Fisher, who filled in for suspended Thomas Clayton. Clayton was benched for the game by Head Coach Bill Snyder for charges of aggravated battery involving a campus parking attendant. Fisher ran for 169 yards and contributed to school-record of 658 yard gained. Fisher was the first freshman in school history to run for 100 yards in a game. Quarterback Allen Webb was 10–12 for 256 yards and two touchdowns. North Texas earned just 161 yards.

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Oklahoma

The Sooners were favored by 14 points going into the game.

Oklahoma running back Adrian Peterson ran for 51 yards before leaving the game with an injury. His absence did not stop OU for rolling over Kansas State 43–21. OU played the game unranked for the first time since 1999. Kansas State attempted to punt in the first quarter with punter Tim Reyer still on the sidelines. The punt went into the back of the endzone for a safety. Jordy Nelson scored on a 73-yard TD catch. Thomas Clayton started and had 8 yards on 12 carries. Allen Webb threw for 177 yards and two scores.

During the second quarter of the game, a nearby bomb exploded that was heard at the game.[2]

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Kansas

The Wildcats were favored by 3 going into the game.

Kansas State back-up Quarterback Allan Evridge threw a fourth quarter touchdown to Jordy Nelson to ensure a victory for the Wildcats. It was the 12th time in 13 years K-State beat Kansas. Kansas State had more penalty yards than offensive yards in a what turned out to be a sloppy game. Kansas could only manage a field goal against Kansas State. Kansas hadn't scored a touchdown since 1999 in Manhattan, a stretch of three consecutive games.

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Texas Tech

The Red Raiders were favored by 10 going into the game.

Texas Tech quarterback Cody Hodges threw for 643 yards to lead number 13 Texas Tech over an overmatched Kansas State team in Lubbock, Texas. It was Texas Tech's best start to a season since 1998. Hodges finished with 44 of 65, with 5 touchdowns and two interceptions. Kansas State made it difficult on itself turning the ball over on three of its first four possessions in the third quarter. Dwayne Slay made a vicious hit on K-State quarterback Allan Everidge on a rushing play many fans will not soon forget.

-   Slay hit on Allan Everidge

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Texas A&M

The Aggies were favored by 5 points going into the game. Texas A&M quarterback Reggie McNeal ran for 119 yards and a touchdown as well as threw for another in a win over Kansas State. Kansas State lost its fifth straight game against Texas A&M and its sixth straight loss against a Big 12 South team. The Wildcats had not beaten a Big 12 South team since their 35–7 victory over then-No. 1 Oklahoma in the 2003 conference Big 12 Championship game. K-State quarterback Allan Everidge threw three touchdown passes, but Kansas State could not recover an onside kick late in the fourth quarter. Kansas State ran for only 27 yards in the game. They were also handicapped by Yamon Figurs' four dropped catches.

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Colorado

The Buffaloes were favored by 11 points going into the game.

Buffaloes kicker Mason Crosby kicked a 50-yard field goal with 6 seconds remaining in the game to beat Kansas State. The victory gave Colorado the lead in the Big 12 North race, a race which Colorado would eventually end up winning. The loss was their third straight and their second consecutive home loss, the first time that had happened since 1989, the first season for head coach Bill Snyder.

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Iowa State

The Cyclones were favored by 4 points going into the game.

Iowa State quarterback Bret Meyer threw three touchdowns and running back Stevie Hicks ran for 149 yards and a TD in a convincing win in Ames. Kansas State lost its fourth straight game.

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Nebraska

The Huskers were favored by 1 point going into the game.

Husker kicker Jordan Congdon kicked a 40-yard field goal with just over one minute to play to seal a victory for The Big Red. Kansas State Quarterback Allan Evridge ran for 138 yards and two scores. Kansas State also scored two safeties.

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Missouri

The Wildcats were favored by 2 points going into the game.

Kansas State players refused to let legendary head coach Bill Snyder finish his career on a six-game losing streak. With K-State up by one point with a minute and a half to play in the fourth quarter, Wildcat lineback Brandon Archer intercepted a pass from Missouri quarterback Brad Smith and returned it for 45 yards six points. It was a play eerily similar to the interception by former Wildcat linebacker Ted Simms in the 2003 Big Championship game against Jason White. Archer's interception made sure Bill Snyder's last game would be one to remember. Snyder had announced his retirement the Wednesday before the Saturday game against Missouri. The Wildcats had not lost to Missouri since 1992. Snyder came out to speak to the crowd after going into the locker room to address his players. The university would later rename the stadium in his name.

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Statistics

Scores by quarter

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title: 2005 Kansas State Wildcats football team

question: What does the passage say about how to become a winning college football coach?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the passage does not answer the question.

critique: The answer should mention that the passage does not say anything about how to become a winning college football coach.

question: Summarize what the passage says about the 2005 Kansas State Wildcats Football Team.

answer: The 2005 Kansas State Wildcats Football Team represented Kansas State University in the 2005 NCAA Division I-A football season. The team's head football coach was Bill Snyder. The Wildcats played their home games in KSU Stadium. The team finished the season with a win-loss record of 5-6, and a Big 12 Conference record of 2-6.

critique: The answer should mention that the team was favored in all their games.

critique: The answer should mention that the team was favored in some games.

critique: The answer should mention the team's schedule.

question: What does the passage say about the Wildcats' game against Marshall?

answer: Marshall was favored by 12 points going into the game. Kansas State edged out Marshall by a score of 21-19. Marshall had the option of kicking a field goal with 9 seconds to go in the game, but decided to run one more play, a decision they later regret. Marshall quarterback Jimmy Skiner threw an interception to end the game and seal a win for the Wildcats.

critique: The response is missing the part about Marshall's quarterback Jimmy Skiner.

text:
-The answer should add that Jimmy Skinner substituted for an injured Bernie Morris.
-The answer omits that Kansas State beat Marshall at home, their 8th home loss since 1991. It should state this.
-The answer misspells 'Skinner' as 'Skiner.'

category: other

category_text: Coverage and coherence.

question: What does the package say about the Wildcats' game against Texas A&M?

answer: The Wildcats lost their fifth straight game against Texas A&M and their sixth straight loss against a Big 12 South team.

critique: The answer given is far from the most important thing said about the Texas A&M game here.

text:
-The answer omits that the Aggies were favored by 5 points going into the game. It should state this.
-The answer omits that the Wildcats had not beaten a Big 12 South team since their 35–7 victory over then-No. 1 Oklahoma in the 2003 conference Big 12 Championship game. This fact should be mentioned.
-The answer also omits that Kansas State ran for only 27 yards in the game. They were also handicapped by Yamon Figurs' four dropped catches. It should state this.

category: coverage


text:
Billy is a normal boy, living in a normal world, or so he thinks. At age 10 the world his world is very simple, yet elegant. There are however, some odd things about young Billy’s reality. The first is that there is no color, nothing but shades of gray. This may seem weird, but poor Billy cannot remember anything different, as far as he is aware that is how things have always been. Billy also lives alone, there is no one else around, not outside, not on the street, not anywhere. Again, none of this bother little Billy. He lives a happy life, things are nearly perfect in this world. There is no one to tell him what to do, no one to dictate bedtime or tell him to go to school, no supervision of any sort, no rules.
Billy plays happily, exploring the great unknowns of his nearby neighborhood, and a local shopping complex. In a world with no people, there are no boundaries. Billy excitedly wanders into the nearby supermarket. This world is his to do with as he pleases. He runs to the toy section. He is so excited that he doesn't notice the loose floor tile on the ground until it’s too late. He trips and falls, smashing his knee against the surface below. Billy lies there for but a moment and then stands up, there is no pain. He glances at his kneecap, there is no blood, no bruise, no sign of injury at all. This does not strike Billy as odd. He turns back towards the toy section and then something very interesting happens. For a moment, Billy is transported away from this idealistic grayscale land to a new environment. He recognizes this place as his bedroom, there is now color, and also great pain. He feels it heavily in his chest and coughs harshly, the room is hazy and it is quite hard to see through the smog that fills it, his eyes sting and water. Billy shuts his eyes to soothe them and immediately, he’s back to grayland Walmart. He stands stunned for a moment considering what he just witnessed, it was but a flash, less than a second, but he feels moved by this vision. After a moment he decides to no longer think about it, puts this occurrence out of his mind. Moments later, it happens again, this time he is being carried. He’s slung over some man’s shoulder. The thick oppressive air is getting to him, and it’s uncomfortably warm. He begins to close his eyes again, but then realizes that he can faintly hear his mother, from far away, she sounds as though she is crying. This new horrible world slowly begins to fade, turn gray, everything morphs and Billy can nearly see the aisles of the supermarket toy section again, He takes a deep breath and the color returns yet again. The toys fade away and he is more engrossed in the horrid, painful, multichromatic world than ever before.
At this point he notices that he can hear sirens and people yelling commands at one another, there is a lot of movement around him. He recognizes the front door of his house as he is carried through it and further outside. The air is no longer thick, he can see clearly, though his eyes and chest still hurt. He looks around and notices black smoke pouring from the door he was just carried through. The man finally sets him down, in an ambulance. Billy is now nearly awake, he realizes where he is as his mother and sister come into view. Tears running down their faces, they cry out his name and move forward to hug him. Billy looks up to see the man who had been carrying him in full view, he is wearing a bulky oxygen mask and a hat. His outfit is brown with a neon stripe running down the side. Billy finally recognizes this as the uniform of a local firefighter. The man turns to Billy’s mother, he removes the breathing mask, “this boy is conscious, but he needs medical treatment. He inhaled a lot of smoke.” “Is he going to be ok?” she exclaims. “He’ll be fine, he just needs to be checked out by a doctor, he’ll probably need to spend the night in the hospital for examination, but after than that, he should be good”. The man looks at Billy “Im glad we got you out of there, had it been much longer we might have lost you”

(This story was based on a personal experience brought on by ingestion of lysergic acid, never again will I be doing that)

title: [MF] Fadeout

question: What does the story say about Billy's delirious mood?

answer: Billy is a normal boy living in a seemingly normal world. However, there are some small oddities about the world he lives in. Billy lives alone, and finds everything interesting. Billy takes a look into the mirror, but there is no color. He trips while at the toy section at Walmart, and is taken out of space and time by the intense smog in his room. He is then carried into another world, and then back to a gray reality upon the arrival of his home. After Billy regains consciousness, he is in the ambulance, which to him becomes a colorful blur. He finally sees  his mother, who cries and tells him she's glad they did.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story, not a description of Billy's delirious mood.

critique: The answer should mention that Billy is in a delirious state.

critique: The answer should mention the smoke inhalation.

critique: The answer is a summary and should be more specific about Billy's delirious mood.

critique: The answer should mention that Billy's delirious mood is triggered by LSD.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story and not a description of Billy's delirious mood.

critique: Billy doesn't take a look into the mirror, but he sees a flash of color when he trips.

critique: "He is then carried into another world, and then back to a gray reality upon the arrival of his home. After Billy regains consciousness, he is in the ambulance, which to him becomes a colorful blur." These lines are irrelevant.

question: What does the story say about fighting fire with fire?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the instruction in the task.


text:
[ShipbuildingPLMDifferent]
This last year I have been working with several of SSI’s clients helping them to implement a PLM tool. As per my recommendation in the blog post Looking at Investing in PLM? I suggest working with an experienced PLM consultant. PLM consultants that I have worked with have a great understanding of the PLM tool and how to align your business goals with the PLM tool selected. However, there is ALWAYS a learning curve for the PLM consultant to understand the shipbuilding industry. This is where I usually fit into the equation and why clients ask for me to be involved. I am the person who is in the intersection of shipbuilding knowledge, ShipConstructor (CAD/CAM), business goals and PLM feature set. I am definitely NOT an expert in all these but I would say that I know enough of each aspect to help facilitate communication between each party since in some cases they are at different wavelengths.

Shipbuilding is unique (but not as much as we think) compared to other industries. One concept which is usually new to PLM consultants is the idea that in the shipbuilding industry we do production engineering and not just engineering. The idea that a shipbuilder can “engineer” a ship but that it cannot be manufactured at any other shipyard is often a shock to these consultants. They are surprised by the fact that an ENGINEERED ship is specifically created to be manufactured at a specific shipyard to incorporate its manufacturing constraints and capabilities. This is why we say shipbuilders do production engineering.

Before I talk about the difference between production engineering vs. typical engineering I want to briefly discuss the _typical_ workflow for a ship.

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Typical (at a very high level) Workflow

After the contract is signed and all initial design is complete, the shipyard starts to build a plan. In this plan they need to develop a manufacturing strategy of breaking the ship into blocks, assemblies, compartments, etc. This breaking of the project is done before the first 3D part is modeled (unless you used 3D in your basic design). There are a lot of factors involved in breaking the project such as size of raw plates available, facility constraints, plate forming techniques, bending capabilities, lifting capacity of cranes, transporters, work centers, storage, scheduling, workforce availability, and the list goes on.

At this stage they also determine the plate raw stock and equipment to be used for the ship and then they place an order for the material. This is because many of these items have long lead times which require placing the order to their suppliers, again before any 3D model is created.

These decisions totally affect the way the ship will be _engineered_ and will be optimized for the yard it will be built at. If the ship was to be built at another yard these decisions would be different and therefore it would change the end result of how the ship will be manufactured and _engineered._ The easiest example I use is that yards usually want to build the biggest blocks they possibly can but they need to make blocks with weight that does not exceed their crane(s)’ operating capacity. Another example is that some yards have the capability to bend plates to create flanges while other do not have this capability requiring them to use another method of strengthening the plate.

Once the plan is roughly laid out the engineers will start detailing the ship with the requirements decided in the previous phase. This will include standards and library items such as stock available, endcuts allowed, corner treatment, equipment, pipe fittings, valves, plate flange standards, bevel standards, penetration standards, etc. This library of catalogs and standards directly affect what items you can use in _engineering_.

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Production Engineering in Shipbuilding

In a typical engineering phase, very little thought is usually given to the manufacturability of the item. This is changing in many industries but in shipbuilding, manufacturability has always been part of engineering. Engineers are constrained to use only the standards, catalog and rules pre-setup for the project. This limits the engineers to only design parts which can be manufactured.

This production focus on engineering also drives the way that parts are named and marked on the plate during CNC. Each part will have a name that any person on the production floor would be able to read and then know exactly where on the ship it belongs.

When a part is created in the 3D model the engineers assign the part to an assembly in the production product breakdown structure where the part will be installed. This assembly structure, as mentioned, was defined at the beginning of the project and will continue to get refined by the production planning team to a work center/station level. Additional properties are either inferred or added by the engineer to aid in the routing of the plate on the production floor. A simple example is if the plate requires a flange, the engineer will add an attribute so that it will get routed to the plate bending workstation after CNC. Edge preparation is another manufacturing feature added to the plate during engineering.

The engineering team then generates documentation and even CNC code based on the manufacturing build sequence which will be directly used without manipulation on the waterfront. By using the production project schedule the engineers will only generate the documentation required on the production floor using the Just In Time (JIT) lean principle. Documentation includes drawings used to fabricate, construct and CNC parts/assemblies.

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Closing Remarks

Implementing PLM in any industry can be challenging and in many cases requires a PLM expert to oversee the implementation. One of the first steps in any PLM tool implementation is to understand how you do business despite the tool that you have selected. This will require your PLM consultant to better understand shipbuilding.

Shipbuilding is a different industry than most other large scale manufacturing industries such as aerospace and automotive. This has caused some PLM experts to fail at implementing a solution in a shipbuilding environment. The fact that shipbuilding does production engineering is only one of the areas which causes implementations to be unique from other integrations. In future posts I will talk about some of the other challenges commonly faced with PLM implementations.

question: Describe the author's views on shipbuilding and the manufacturing process.

answer: The author thinks that the manufacturing process is more forward-facing than one might think, planning the manufacturing materials and plant ergonomics during the engineering phase among other things. The author claims this makes shipbuilding different than other auto or aerospace factories and requires a certain set of knowledge to go along with it. This knowledge is important since it calls for experience and a deeper knowledge of the manufacturing process or any incoming change or engineer will have to redo the information gathering once again.

critique: The author's views are not explicitly stated.

critique: The article does not talk about the manufacturing process being forward-facing.

critique: The author's views on manufacturing aren't necessarily relevant to the question.

critique: The author's views are not explicitly stated in the passage.

critique: The author's views are not mentioned in the passage.

critique: The last sentence is redundant and unnecesary.

critique: The author believes that shipbuilding is unique, not that it is forward-facing.

text: The author says that each ship's design is unique because the manufacturing constraints of each shipyard are unique.

question: What is the difference between manufacturing and engineering?

answer: Manufacturing is the process of producing the physical parts required for a design, while engineering is the process of designing the parts.

critique: The article does not mention anything about the difference between manufacturing and engineering.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Manufacturing is the process of producing the physical parts required for a design, while engineering is the process of designing the parts. The answer is incorrect. Manufacturing is the process of producing the physical parts required for a design, while engineering is the process of designing the parts.

critique: The answer should be clearer about what manufacturing is.

critique: The answer is wrong. Manufacturing is not the process of producing the physical parts required for a design.

critique: The article does not mention the difference between manufacturing and engineering.

critique: The article does not discuss the distinction between manufacturing and engineering, so this answer should be omitted.


text:
“GUTEN TAG” is a 2002 song by German band Wir sind Helden. It was first released on an EP of the same title in 2002 and one year later as the first single of their debut album _Die Reklamation_. It was composed by Jean-Michel Tourette, Judith Holofernes and Pola Roy while the lyrics were written by Holofernes. The title is German for GOOD DAY.

Song information

“Guten Tag” criticises commodification.[1] In the lyrics, Holofernes tells a story in which she was blinded by the glittering world of consumption making her want everything she sees and changing her life for them (_“Meine Stimme gegen ein Mobiltelefon, meine Fäuste gegen eure Nagelpflegelotion.../My voice for a mobile phone, my fists for your manicure lotion...”_). These statements are all paradoxes as she always offers parts of her body or life she would need to have to use the products she demands. However, in the refrain, she soon realises that all these things do not make her happy after all which makes her demand her life back (_“An dem Produkt ist was kaputt - das ist die Reklamation/There is something wrong with this product - this is the complaint”_). “The complaint” would also be the title of the album the single is taken from. Informally, the song itself is also referred to by this name.

Excerpt

_Guten Tag, guten Tag ich will mein Leben zurück_
_Ich tausch nicht mehr, ich will mein Leben zurück_
_Guten Tag, ich gebe zu ich war am Anfang entzückt_
_Aber euer Leben zwickt und drückt nur dann nicht wenn man sich bückt_
_Guten Tag!_

English translation

Hello, hello, I want my life back_
_I'm not swapping any more, I want my life back_
_Hello, I'll admit at first I was delighted_
_But your life itches and twitches unless you bend over_
_Hello!''

Music video

The music video does not directly reflect the content of the song but shows the band's way to the first album in an ironic way. The whole clip is shown as a comic strip and at the beginning it presents Wir sind Helden as a teen band (their ages are indicated as 16, 18, 14) during their rehearsals.[2] Judith announces that she has just written a song, which is “Guten Tag” and the other band members love it. While the band plays the music, a stereotyped record producer enters the room saying “That is fresh!” while he thinks “Criticism of consumption + sex = €”. He offers them a record contract but they first turn it down (Mark Tavassol says “The music industry sucks”). Later, they accept it after all getting blinded by their expectations of the show business. The music video can be seen as an answer to the critics who stated that criticism of commodification is never authentic when commercially released.

Commercial success

The single entered the German single charts where it peaked at number 53. It stayed in the top 100 for eight weeks.[3] However, based on the high album sales, “Guten Tag” received heavy airplay in Germany.[4] Based on chart positions, it is the third most successful single of the band's debut album (following “Denkmal” and “Aurélie”). The single did not chart in any other country. It also appeared in the soundtrack of the game FIFA 04

Cover versions

Pop punk band, +44, covered their song in English for an iTunes Foreign Exchange EP.

Track list

The regular single included the original studio version of the song, a remix, the music video and a making of video. Furthermore, a remix of another album track - “Die Zeit heilt alle Wunder” - was included. The EP included also the follow-up singles “Müssen nur wollen” and “Denkmal” as well as the album track “Du erkennst mich nicht wieder” and the non-album track “Alphamännchen”.

EP

1.  “Guten Tag” – 3:36
2.  “Müssen nur wollen” – 3:35
3.  “Du erkennst mich nicht wieder” – 4:56
4.  “Denkmal” – 3:18
5.  “Alphamännchen”

Single

1.  “Guten Tag” – 3:36
2.  “Guten Tag (Ich bin Jean) ” – 4:22
3.  “Die Zeit heilt alle Wunder” (Homerecording, extended Aaaaaargh-version) – 4:45
4.  “Guten Tag” (video)
5.  “Guten Tag” (making of)

Reception

Overall, “Guten Tag” was a success with the critics. Most of them compared the song to German music of the 1980s (“Neue Deutsche Welle” and praised the clever and original lyrics.[5] However, some critics stated that the anti-commercial content of the song is not very authentic as it never can be on a commercially released album or single.[6]

An English version of Guten Tag was recorded in 2007 by the band +44. The meaning is relayed the same however the lyrics have been changed for a better North American reception.

Credits and personnel

-   Produced, recorded and mixed by Patrik Majer
-   Vocals and guitar by Judith Holofernes
-   Bass guitar by Mark Tavassol
-   Keyboards by Jean-Michel Tourette
-   Drums by Pola Roy

[1] Ich will Spass: CD-Check von “Wir sind Helden - Guten Tag - Müssen nur wollen - Aurelie - Die Reklamation” (Neue Deutsche Welle)

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[3] Charts-Surfer: Suchergebnis

[4]  Ausgabe 'Konsum' |access-date=2008-04-26 |archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20080323065833/http://www.fluter.de/de/konsum/lesen/4544/ |archive-date=2008-03-23 |url-status=dead }}

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title: Guten Tag

question: Summarize everything relating to the song's recording history.

answer: The song was first released on an EP of the same title in 2002 and one year later as the first single of their debut album Die Reklamation. It was composed by Jean-Michel Tourette, Judith Holofernes, and Pola Roy. The song was covered by pop punk band +44 for an iTunes Foreign Exchange EP.

critique: "It was composed by Jean-Michel Tourette, Judith Holofernes, and Pola Roy." - needs to include the fact that the song was written by Holofernes.

question: What does the article say about the song's theme of consumption?

answer: The song criticizes commodification. It is about a woman who is blinded by the glittering world of consumption making her want everything she sees and changing her life for them. However, in the refrain, she soon realizes that all these things do not make her happy after all which makes her demand her life back.

critique: It's omitted that the song is about commodification.

critique: The answer should mention that the song is a paradox.

question: What does the article say about the song's reception?

answer: The song was praised for its pop punk style and catchy chorus. Most critics compared it to German music of the 1980s.

critique: The song's reception is not discussed in the article.

critique: The response doesn't fully address the question.

critique: The response is missing the part about the song's reception with critics.

critique: The song was not praised for its pop punk style.

text: It is omitted that some critics stated that the anti-commercial content of the song is not very authentic as it never can be on a commercially released album or single.

question: What does the article say about Wir sind Helden's follow-up album to Die Reklamation?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention anything about Wir sind Helden's follow-up album.

critique: The answer should mention that the band's follow-up album is not mentioned in the article.

critique: The answer should mention that the article does not mention anything about the band's next album.

critique: The answer should mention that the album is not mentioned.

critique: There is mention of the band's second album

critique: The answer should mention that the question is not answered in the article.

critique: This is a possible answer to a question asking what happened to a band's second album. While there is no answer to this question in the article, this should be mentioned here.


text:
Panicked, Elizabeth sprints away from her pursuers, panic bubbling in her chest. She doesn’t even have time to process what just happened, all she can do is run and pray she won’t get caught. She runs through the marketplace, dodging startled shoppers and angry glares. She almost knocks over a fruit stand, but the owner and a few bystanders manage to catch it before anything falls. As if through a tunnel she can hear him screaming at her to be careful. She doesn’t stop though; all she can do is run.

She can’t breathe, but she can’t stop. She needs to find a place to hide, but where? Suddenly an idea strikes her; she quickly veers left down a muddy alleyway and splashes her way down to a small grate. She usually hides here after her father- no! Now is not the time to think of that! She needs to escape! She needs a plan! She quickly pries the grate open, slides in, and shuts it behind her. She curls up in her all too familiar corner and finally lets everything sink in.

Shivering with cold and fear she runs over the events leading up to this point. She just murdered her father; she stabbed him with a knife. She felt his blood on her hands and saw the life flicker out of his eyes. Her mother had started screaming and cradling his body, a guard heard and came running. She remembered dropping the knife when she realized what she had just done. The guard asked what happened and her mother just hysterically screeched at Elizabeth. As the guard turned, she took one final fearful look at her mother and bolted. Come to think of it, she didn’t even know if the guard had followed her or not. More than likely he did, but she was just too light and fast for him, even in a dress.

Elizabeth tried to calm herself. She had done what she had to do; no-one could fault her for that… right? The hopeful part of her mind prayed that everyone would understand and all would be forgiven, but the rational part of her knew just how wrong that was. She had to escape. Maybe she could find another town somewhere and build a new life… no. That wouldn’t work… Realizing what a hopeless situation she’s in, a small sob escapes her lips, but she quickly stifles it- she can’t let a guard hear her now. She’ll just stay the night here. Maybe in the morning she’ll be able to think of something to do…
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Elizabeth wakes up in a very familiar place, curled up like a dog in a ripped dress covered in blood, mud, and straw. Sun is streaming through the grate, but it didn’t quite reach where she’s hiding. She whimpers and buries her face in the straw, not caring how bad it pricks and itches.

She has to go home. Untangling her bruised and cut limbs she crawls out of her hidey-hole. Standing up, she gathers her tattered and torn dress and starts limping through the marketplace. She receives many disapproving glares from the other townsfolk, but she doesn’t care. She makes this walk of shame almost every morning.

She passes a guard on the outskirts of the town who just grunts at her to pass then stumbles up the winding trail to her house. As she walks in her father looks up from the newspaper, grins like a Cheshire cat, and says, “Morning Pumpkin, how’s my baby this morning?” Elizabeth just flinches and hangs her head. God, how she wants to kill this man.

title: Elizabeth (an original story by me)

question: Summarize Elizabeth's movements throughout the story.

answer: Elizabeth runs away when her mother starts screaming. She runs through the marketplace, then down an alley and into an underground tunnel. She stays the night in a grate out of reach of guards and wakes up and walks home.

critique: The answer omits Elizabeth's movements after she wakes up.

critique: "She stays the night in a grate out of reach of guards and wakes up and walks home." - Elizabeth doesn't stay the night in the grate. She just hides there for a while until she decides to go home.

question: Summarize the twist ending.

answer: Elizabeth wakes up in a familiar place, having killed her father in a fit of rage the night before. She has to go home, so she limps through the marketplace and passes a guard. She returns home and her father greets her.

critique: The response could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: "She returns home and her father greets her." - this is incorrect. Elizabeth doesn't return home. She walks into the house and her father greets her.

question: What does the story say about why Elizabeth murdered her father?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention why Elizabeth murdered her father.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not say why Elizabeth murdered her father.

text: The ending shows that Elizabeth is strongly motivated to kill him, and the way the narrative is created (with its very confusing order of events), and the description of the father's smile being similar to that of Cheshire, implies that there is much more to the situation than meets the eye.

question: Summarize the primary source of tension in the story.

answer: Elizabeth has just murdered her father. She is running away from the guards, and she is frightened that she will be caught. She is also terrified that she will be blamed for the murder.

critique: "Elizabeth has just murdered her father." - this is a spoiler. The instruction says to summarize, not provide an outline of the story.

critique: The answer should note that Elizabeth gets a sense of false security by hiding in a grate.


text:
This is a post-break up story. Dated a girl in Berkeley for a while, was devastated for a while, and ended up in Michigan for an internships. Anyways, hope you enjoy it:

I’d just come out the other side of a relationship that abruptly ended
I was depressed, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive.
I’d lost everything I believed in and loved.
I was as utterly, completely alone as I’ve ever been.
So I began losing myself in alcohol and work.

I started working late at night around the Berkeley campus—school, RAZA, anything to keep me busy and going home to be alone. I’d start walking back home late every evening, and come back close to 2 AM, sometimes later. Walking and thinking and chewing over what had gone wrong with my life.
One night around 3AM, on Dana and Channing, I got lightheaded and collapsed. Maybe due to the lack of sleep, constant drinking and horrible eating patterns. I woke up around 6AM completely confused about what had happened. I went on several days having health problems, but I’d simply ignore them and drink myself to fall asleep at night at times. I was content with whatever was going to happen, live or die.
It took a couple months to get over the daily self-destruction that resulted after the late August break up.
But two things came out of this incident.
First: I would no longer give her the power to have such control over me. None whatsoever. She had a tendency to send ambiguous texts at times that would just make me relapse and fall back into memories of her and ultimately further into my depression. Her voice was my favorite song to sing along to, but it only brought heartache now.
Second: I was determined to get well and start enjoying life again.
No longer would I be a social recluse and push people away I told myself. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to fake a smile anymore and genuinely be happy.
But my idea of moving on was severely and unfortunately misguided and stupid. I would eventually fall into the pits of so many young Latino males before me. Something I always promised myself I’d never turn to. One night stands, using cheap meaningless sex to attempt to forget that intimacy of summer’s past. Women lied to and used. My new attempts to move on only made me miss her that much more and make me feel even worse about myself.
 At this point I just wanted Fall Semester to be over. I wanted spring to come to turn a new leaf. I wanted to go home and be with people I knew loved me. I no longer wanted to put up a front, no longer wanted to pretend to be that funny happy guy people have come to know and expect, I just wanted to be void of all responsibilities so I can just finally have the time I needed to get over it. But for now I just continued with the façade of my routine.
 Winter came and was just what I needed. Hibernating in the harbored emotions and thoughts without any distractions. And finally I realized that our relationship was doomed from the start. We thrust ourselves into that relationship on quick initial impressions. Met her April 22, and a week later was officially my girlfriend. No time to really get to know each other, but over the course of the summer became one of my closest friends. But that’s all she should have been. Girls like her; they are like those beautiful songbirds of the Midwest. Meant to be free, their songs not as beautiful when resonating in a steel cage.
I would have appreciated a warning label…you dream about what it’s like to kiss a girl like that in the most beautiful places, but when you do and its all gone and return to those places you can’t help but feel their lips pressed up against yours all over again.
Its true that I could have shown her more appreciation, but isn’t that the way it always goes? You never realize what you have or how you’ve taken things for granted until its all gone. And by then its always too late to go back, too late to make up for the mistakes, too late to apologize for the wrongdoing.
 But at that point I stopped thinking about what I did wrong, and started thinking about what I learned. I don’t hold any hatred or grudges against her. She gave me hope. She showed me a side of love I’ve never experienced and doubt would ever duplicate. And love really is a wonderful thing. Its something that needs to be cherished and continuously worked on. Just because it was there before, that does not ensure it will always be. Love is the flower in the garden, it needs constant attention to ensure it will grow and not wither away.
 Spring semester came and went. No longer was I anchored by depression and angst. I was happy again. Able to meet new people, enjoy myself and be able to look her in the face without feeling a rushing sense of fear and pain shoot through the very core of my being. Spring semester showed me that time will really heal all wounds. And even with the wounds stitched up tightly, scars will remain. But it is no longer a painful reminder of love lost, but a badge commemorating a once marvelous time.
 And it’s amazing what a difference a year makes. Someone who meant so much at one time reduced to a stranger…and that’s really what we’ve become, strangers with memories.
But it’s also amazing what a change in scenery can do. Wandering into the unknown. Taking risks. That’s what life’s about. My journeys have taken me to the green lands of the pacific-northwest, the arid landscapes of the south, and even here…to the lost woods of the tip of the mit Michigan. Her once tormenting voice fades into depths of my head, like thunder off into the cold, dark distance. The memories begin to fade like the sunlight into the depths of these royal blue lakes.
And on this quest to lose myself, I have found what I was looking for, without ever being quite sure what it was.
I have found a new song, a new song to sing along.

title: [NF] I wrote this the other day while slightly drunk, I haven't edited it, but people told me it was decent, what do you guys think? I call it "Drunk in Mackinac"

question: Summarize the positive elements of the narrator's failed relationship.

answer: The narrator's girlfriend showed him a side of love he'd never experienced before. She gave him hope and showed him a side of love he'd never experienced and doubt would ever duplicate. She also showed him that love is a wonderful thing that needs to be cherished and continuously worked on.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend showed him a side of love he'd never experienced before. She gave him hope and showed him a side of love he'd never experienced and doubt would ever duplicate. She also showed him that love is a wonderful thing that needs to be cherished and continuously worked on.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend also showed him that love is something that needs to be cherished and continuously worked on.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend did not show him that love is a wonderful thing that needs to be cherished and continuously worked on. This is the narrator's realization after the relationship ended.

critique: It should be specified that the narrator's girlfriend is the one who showed him these things.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend was also one of his closest friends.

critique: The narrator's girlfriend is not the only positive element of the relationship. The narrator also learned that love is something that needs to be cherished and continuously worked on.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's girlfriend showed him a side of love he'd never experienced and doubt would ever duplicate.

question: Summarize everything relating to negative emotions.

answer: The narrator went through a very depressing and heart-breaking phase in their life and entered a phase where they only knew depression, anger, and sadness. All these negative emotions associated with the narrator likely only accentuated the even greater detachment they felt to the world. They moved to Michigan to forget their previous life, its people, and their memories on their new journey to lose themselves within their surroundings.

critique: "These negative emotions associated with the narrator" - the narrator himself seldom showed anger and sadness. And there was no mention of anger or sadness outside the phase of the breakup.

text: The answer should mention that his negative emotions caused him to start drinking excessively, having one-night stands, and generally living an unhealthy lifestyle.

question: What does the story say about the type of person the narrator's ex is?

answer: The narrator's ex is a free-spirited person and not cut out for a long-term relationship. The girl is what the narrator describes as a beautiful songbird of the Midwest-meant to be free. She is like the narrator's favorite music, beautiful but with a beautiful song, meant to be free.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The last sentence should be removed as it is inaccurate (the story does not say that the ex-girlfriend was like the narrator’s favorite song) and confusing.

category: accuracy

question: What does the story say about the reason the narrator's relationship ended?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's girlfriend broke up with him.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not explicitly state the reason the relationship ended.

critique: The story does mention that he had been in a relationship with a girl for a long time before she broke up with him abruptly, which he thinks must have been why the relationship ended.

critique: The response misses to mention that the narrator's relationship ended due to his depressed state.


text:
“Hello?” is what I heard when I woke up.  The man sitting near me was rough looking with a dark beard, he was very tall and had a strong composure, he also spoke in a very strong Russian accent.  My head hurt.  The last thing I remember was being hit in the head by a rifle.  We were losing the war.  No one really knew what the war was about, we juts knew if you see someone that doesn't look, or walk like you, they were considered an enemy and they were to be killed immediately.  I had killed 194 people.  Men,women,children, you name it, I've probably killed it, just for not looking or walking like me.  I have seen things you could never imagine.  I've seen children being burned alive by the fires of Hell we would reign onto the random designated towns we were assigned.  The terrible things I have done.  I'm not sure how anyone could forgive me.  My memory was very vague and it seemed that I  suffered from amnesia.  I can never remember what I have done exactly.  I can remember in fragments of what I've done.  I asked the man what his name was.

“Vladimr, I was caught for walking the street past the curfew, what is your name?”

I couldn't remember because of the amnesia I was suffering from at the time.  I had realized I was wet, soaking in some very thick material.  It was blood.  I had a very hard time breathing after realizing this, my throat was cut from ear to ear.  I guess the people that caught me thought I was going to bleed out and die like some dog because of the wound I had received from them.  Vladimr seemed to realize I felt the blood.

“I got the same thing you did.”  He lifted his head up to show the same scar that I had.  A long cut, ear to ear, except he seemed to have been here for a much longer time than I had been here, since it was just a scar.  I tried to remember, but I couldn't.  I didn't even know what I was trying to remember.  Vladimr was looking at me oddly, almost devilishly.  He asked me when how I was going to die.  I was confused.  I had never thought about how I would die, just when.  I thought about how I was going to die.  My mind wondered.  Not knowing if I would die here, being caged like an animal or be set free in the hopefully near future and continue the war, but end up being killed that way.  Either way, I knew I wasn't going to get to go back to my home.

I had finally answered.

“I don't know.”

This was the first thing I had said to Vlad.  I had a very hard time talking because of my throat being cut.  I didn't know what else to say to him.  I couldn't remember his name.  The amnesia would wipe my memory.

“What is your name,” I had asked him again.

“Vladimr, I already told you twice now, I'm not going to say it again or I'll beat my name into you.”

It seemed Vladimr was very short tempered.  Even though I had done many bad things to the people in the towns, I was frightened by him.  He was very muscular.  It seemed like he might be able to lift an entire ship out of the water, but there was no water around to test that argument.  I got up and tried to walk around, but my legs hurt like someone ran my legs over with a train.  I pulled up my dark green camouflaged pants to see my legs broken with bone breaking through the skin.  I don't know how I hadn't felt this until I stood up.

As I looked at Vladimr again he had a different look on his face, one I hadn't seen since I had been home which was a very long time.  It had to be at least seven and a half years.  I could recognize the facial expression Vlad had now.  He had the same look that my wife had when she was sad.  Was I imagining things?  How could I recognize this look, but still have amnesia?  Maybe I was imagining Vladimr completely.  Maybe I tried to kill myself by jumping off of a bridge and broke my legs.  This didn't make sense though.  What about the memory of me being hit in the head with a rifle.  I tried to look at Vlad again and he was gone.  I didn't know where he had gone.  I didn't know where he was from, how old he was, if he had family...this list goes on.  I kept searching for him by looking around the room.  I think I was going crazy.  A random man locked in a cage with another man named Vlad.  The funny thing is, is I just blacked out because of the blood loss and had woken back up.  I think I had waited for at least two hours for him to return.  No one did.  Then another two, and then four.  I had waited what seemed like eternity for someone to return.

Until suddenly I hear a gate open close, Vlad was back in the cell alongside me once again.   I fell asleep almost instantly.  I was not sure how long I had slept, but Vladimr was still with me, so I felt somewhat safe, except for the bad temper he seemed to have.

“Where did you go?” I had asked him.

“You didn't know?” he replied.

“Know what?” I had said back to him.

“The people here, they are not like us, they are savages.  When the people are captured, they cut their throat to see who lives.  If you live, you are strong and you made to fight for your life in an arena.”  Vladimr had a very distraught look on his face because of this.  That is where he must have been, he must have been in the fight.

“When will they make me fight?”  I had asked him.

“When you stop bleeding, they can watch and know when you stop bleeding.  Which you have, so they will be in here for you within the next two days to stitch your throat back together and make you fight.” Vladimr said back to me.

It didn't even feel like it was one minute later and someone came to get me.  They shined a bright light into my eyes so it blinded me and I couldn't see and they put a bag over my head.

I shook the blanket off of my body, I was in a cold sweat and I had realized it was all a dream.
“Hello?”, is what I heard immediately after I woke up.  The man sitting near me was rough looking with a dark beard, he was very tall and had a strong composure, he also spoke in a very strong Russian accent.  My head hurt.  I think I have amnesia.

> **Authors Note**

> This is my first short story that I have posted on the internet.  This is also my longest and best so far.  It took my about a hour and a half to write this.  If you have any suggestions, please PM or comment!  I love to hear feedback on what I should do differently and make better.  Thanks for reading and hopefully you enjoyed,

> -Logan

title: [MF] Tales of Non-Existence Part 1

question: What does the text say about Vlad?

answer: He is mature and serious. He also seems to have been caged for a long time and has remained at the facility for an undefined amount of time. He seems more considerate and nurturing of the narrator. He also helps the narrator realize what's going on by telling the narrator he was caught for walking the street past curfew and was therefore put in a fight in the "battle arena" to the death.

critique: The answer should mention that Vlad is Russian.

question: What does the story say about anger management?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention Vladimr's short temper.

critique: The answer should mention the fact that Vlad is short-tempered.

critique: The answer should mention that Vladimr is short-tempered.


text:
Like Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon, I couldn't back down now. It was now or never and I had to make a decision. I was already covered in blood, he was half-dead on the floor. Do I give him mercy? Do I end his suffering now or do I let it drag in agony? He couldn't suffer for as long as I did. I was in pain for years. My body, my soul, me. It was all used as his punching bag for years. There was no way he had that long left. I would never be able to exact the same kind of pain on him. He had minutes at best.

We have kids. A boy and a girl. They are away at their nanna's house for the week. Smart and handsome, our boy has just finished middle school. He excels in math and science. Every time he looks up in the skies, he can point out the constellations. He can tell us the burning point of any liquid or chemical. He may be autistic but this has never stopped him. The very definition of what a child with a disability can achieve when they put their mind to it.

Our daughter is inquisitive. She's a stunner. The older of the two. She is a fantastic older sister and always wanted to hold her brother, change his nappy and feed him. Always held his hand. Side by side, they were the closest brother-sister couple you'd ever see. Even now, she's always there for him.

And what have I done? I've taken him away from them. Oh god. What will they think? They are going to hate me. Did they even know the suffering that I went through? Did they ever hear my yells or those fists? What about the glass plate the other week? Do they just pretend like it doesn't happen? They would have been next. I know it. I had no other choice.

We have pets. Well, had. They kept disappearing. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure he killed them when they pissed him off. I've always loved animals. I was never allowed to have pets as a child. My dad thought they were a weakness. Of course he would. He was a drill sergeant. Spent his time in Nam fighting those Viets. And for what? All it did was make him more evil. Coming home at night, if he even did, he would have us all line up and repeat the Pledge of Allegiance. The war fucked him up yet he still had loyalty to the country. He made us pledge our loyalty too. But what did this country ever do for me?

Dad would beat my mom. She'd always be wearing sunglasses to cover those black eyes. When he was home, you knew it. If I didn't see him come home, I always heard him throw mom around the house. All I could do was hide my head under the pillow and sing. That fucking bastard. He died before my eldest came along. Was the happiest day of my life. Drove himself straight off the bridge downtown and into the river. Nobody came to his aid.
Fuck! I always heard mom crying while dad beat the shit out of her. Obviously my kids heard him using me as a rag doll too. I'm a goddamn pussy. I should have done something. Said something to them. I tried going to the police about it. I never wanted my kids to see this. But what did the police ever do? They talked to him. He gave them a drink. They joked and laughed together. They then left. I remember that. It was as if I was a joke. When they left, I knew I was fucked.

I ended up going to hospital that night. A broken arm and bruised ribs. I told them I fell down the stairs. I bet they hear that all the time. How many times is it true, anyway? It should be the international code for "Help! My partner is beating me". The cops came again. I repeated the same story. I couldn't tell them the truth. They didn't believe me the first time. They let him put me back here. I knew they could never help me again. I lied. But I knew that time was running out.

It was going to be either him or I and I went ahead and made that decision for the both of us.

I arranged for the kids to spend the school holidays with their nanna. She always loved them. She became a better woman after dad died. I don't know if she ever had any part of it, but I wouldn't blame her. She never picked up on my own situation. Like events repeating themselves down a generation. She never missed the opportunity to have the kids in that huge Victorian-era house and the kids always took up the chance to be spoilt rotten.

Next, I bought his favorite whiskey for his birthday. I needed him to be at his absolute worst and he is a horrible drunk. A bottle of Jamison. I even put a fucking ribbon on it. A nice little "Fuck You" in a patronizing kinda way. He sat down in his favorite chair. A brown felt recliner. I hate that thing. The only time he ever got up from it was to berate me. Beat me. This would be the last time. He tucked into it. Enjoying it. I could see him slipping. Mutating from that semi-normal fuck, to that beast I needed to see to pull this off. As his speech started to slur, I knew it wasn't long until it was over. My heart racing, I could feel the adrenaline pumping. He started calling me names. I wasn't responding. Here come the physical threats now. Nope, still no luck. Out he comes, from the fucking chair. He can barely stand straight but if he caught me, that was it. I pulled out the knife I had sheathed tucked into my pants. He looked me square in the eyes as I drive it through his gut. For a brief, fleeting moment, I saw the man that I fell in love with but I knew it wasn't over. I dragged that knife up a little bit further. I read somewhere on the internet that's where the real damage occurs. That was it. He fell to the floor, the knife still there.

Now here I stand and him barely conscious. But he is no animal, and I'm no monster. If he is going to die, it will be with as little suffering as possible. So I grab that knife and pull it out. I decide that for all that hate I have for him. He is still the father to our kids. He needs a clean death. I look at him one more time. No words, but our eyes say all that needs to be said. The knife then does the rest as I plunge it between his eyes.

Free. Finally. Scared, but free. I hear the sirens now. Some one probably heard his scream before. I can't blame them. It was blood curdling. I'll probably never see my kids again but at least they are safe from him now. I take one last look at myself in the mirror as a free man. 3 day growth and short hair. Covered in blood. I admire my house one more time for tomorrow, I'll be in Attica.

title: Finally Free

question: What does the story say about the narrator's kids?

answer: The narrator and his wife have two kids. Their son excels in science and math. He is autistic, but his condition never stopped him from achieving his goals. Their daughter is inquisitive and a stunner. She is a fantastic older sister and always wanted to hold her brother and feed him. Both kids spend time with their nanna.

critique: The answer is missing some important details about the narrator's kids.

critique: The answer should clarify that the narrator killed his abusive partner.

critique: The answer omits that the kids spend time with their grandmother during school holidays.

critique: The answer omits that the narrator killed his abusive husband to protect his kids.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with his spouse?

answer: The narrator's spouse is a violent man who beats him and his mother. He is also an alcoholic. The narrator has been in an abusive relationship with him for years. He is also the father of the narrator's children.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's decision to kill his spouse.

critique: The narrator's spouse is not the father of the narrator's children.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator kills his spouse.

critique: The narrator's spouse is not his father.

critique: The answer can mention that the husband is dead now.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator kills his husband.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator kills his spouse in self-defense.

text: The spouse doesn't beat the narrator's mother.

question: What does the text say about blood?

answer: The narrator is covered in blood. He is covered in blood because he has just killed his abusive husband. The blood is on his hands and on his clothes. He is also covered in blood because he stabbed his husband in the stomach and then in the eyes.

critique: The answer could mention the narrator's fear of blood.

critique: The answer fails to link the blood to the husband.

question: What does the story say about how the narrator met his partner?

answer: No answer

critique: The story does not mention how the narrator met his partner.

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the instruction in the task.

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't say anything about how the narrator met his partner.

critique: The response misses to mention that the story does not mention how the narrator met his partner.

critique: The input suggests what the response should be about without telling a story.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention how the narrator met his partner.


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Well, this is probably horrible. I wrote two or three starts to novellas a year ago but never finished. I had a free night so I just sat down and wrote the first thing that came to mind. Hope its bearable.

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Joshua trees lined one side of a desert path, on the other sat a large sandstone mountain which the path curved around its sheer face. On this path stood still an  old man of ordinary but tattered clothing, whose mind began to wander. It wandered in a haphazard sort of way at first, reaching carefully into the pathways of his memory to try to gain some bearing. When it could find none, his mind began to paw and then claw more desperately into its deeper recesses, yet nothing was to be found. Wilder and more frantic his mind searched, knocking over the emptiness which it contained as his consciousness shot at light speed down the dark empty tunnels of his mind.

If he had no memories, did he know language? He seemed to be thinking in language internally but wanted to be certain of it. Aloud he said the first word that came to  mind. Meekly he cried for "Help". It did little to still him. As the comfort that naturally comes with certainty fell away, in its place was filling with panic. He  was able to ward it off at first, boarding up his mind with reassurance. Yet the panic slipped in through the cracks of his self affirmations, slowly at first, but as the fear gripped him his resolve weakened and his ability to reason went with it. Total fear encompassed him causing his strength fail. Reaching out on instinct, he put his hand and weight onto the mountain. Crudely carved into the face of the mountain, quite deeply, was written "This time remember to be", abruptly ending mid sentence. His legs only became weaker, and he knew he would faint. Looking straight up he saw an otherworldly sun. Red and an order of several magnitudes too large it covered a third of the sky. His body spun and fell backwards into the mountain, and his mind fell into a gray void.

He awoke in a shadow of a Joshua tree, of which the sun on the horizon was now hidden behind, apparently back to reasonable size. As the gray lifted from his mind and sight, a vague notion entered his thoughts. "Walk. Continue walking and you will remember." He was tired. Perhaps more tired than any old man had ever been. So he thought to weigh his options, and upon realizing there was no option but one he pulled himself up and began to walk.

As he walked the sun finally set, the edge of the mountain changed shape, and the Joshua Trees ended. Darkness fell and he continued to walk using only the touch of his hand on the mountain to guide him. After some time a beautiful dim blue light gradually crept over the mountain, so slowly in fact that he hardly noticed until he took his hand off the rock as he could now see clearly. The desert sand shimmered blue from he to the horizon. He looked up, to an otherworldly moon. It did not frighten him though, as the sun had. In fact it was the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen, though he did not know it.

After looking into the moon for what seemed to him an age, he began to walk again, still remembering nothing. Until he saw a star that  burned through the black without warning. It was the brightest star, the North star. He looked into it and remembered her. He saw her crying and bleeding on a bathroom floor, and for the first time that he could remember he saw how much she truly loved him. He averted his eyes and the memory quickly faded as if it never happened. He walked along the path for some time more, refusing to look up, unsure of what he was afraid to see. Looking down his eyes traced the path's sand, following its strange rhythmic pattern. It had some order to it, though he couldn't immediately discern what that pattern was. He knelt down for a better inspection and saw that this particular spot had a slight change in the pattern, as if someone had run their finger through the sand. He placed his finger into the anomaly and traced along it. It weaved and curved around the borders of the shapes imprinted into the earth, until it led back to his sandal. As his finger touched his sandal he continued to trace. He realized they were merely footprints, but there were so many overlapping one another, perhaps tens or hundreds of thousands, it created a beautiful mosaic. He moved his sandal into another partial footprint, and it fit perfectly. Another and another, they all fit.

Unsure what to think of this he looked up and began down the path again. What he saw startled him. The sky shone with a million stars now, inside each their own memory. He looked into one and saw his younger brother, Jeffrey, doing chores for their mother around the house all summer to earn enough money to buy a toy for him for Christmas. He not only saw him, but he could feel as he felt. He felt how proud Jeffery was as he swept the floors and dusted the knick knacks all with a silly grin, and how he imagined seeing his older brother's face when he gave him his present. Next to that star was another star with its own memory of that year's Christmas, and how when he opened his little brother's gift he told him he hated it. He felt not only his brother's sadness, but also his mother's anger. He looked away in shame to another, another and  thousands more. In one he saw himself in his college dorm room, on top of a young blonde girl who was his best friend's love. She was more drunk than he, and he thrust into her mechanically and selfishly. Though his friend never knew, the old man was shown the domino effect this caused in their relationship, and felt all the same sadness his friend had known. The old man had never felt this sadness before and began to wonder why until he was distracted by a breathtaking constellation.

In each star of this constellation was a memory of his wife Paige, from when he met her at age twenty-six at a car wash until the day she was crying and bleeding on the bathroom floor, he in the doorway yelling. He felt the selfless love she had felt for him finally extinguish and fade away. With it his eyes refocused and the stars around began to fade as well, with them the memories. Behind him the sun began to rise unusually fast. He ran along the curve of the mountain from it, forcing himself to remember who he was. Hanging on to the memories with all of his strength, the stars came back in full force and shone through the gaining brightness of day. He ran further, looking down he saw the mosaic changed slightly, as if the other footprints ran through here as well. Curious, he contemplated why the others had run here too, but the stars began to fade from this distraction, and he thought no more of it.

He ran until the sun was above him and he could run no more. In fact he could hardly think. He felt his memories fading quickly. Reaching into his pocket he looked desperately for a pen, finding nothing he frantically scanned the area. Joshua trees lined the left side of the path, and on the other sat a small sandstone mountain which the path curved around its sheer face, next to it in the sand were several rocks. He grabbed one and without thought quickly began to write so he wouldn't forget this time. In his haste he hadn't noticed he had been tracing over words that were already on the mountain until the fifth word. He backed away and unable to focus from the shock of the words he read, the stars faded from the sky. He stood in the center of the path for some time, with a peculiar and lost look on his face. Eventually he pathetically said "Help" aloud. Soon after his face contorted in growing fear, as if some terror had struck him.

He fell into the mountain,  into a void where he made all of the same mistakes again, and awoke in the shadow of a Joshua tree.

title: The Joshua Tree and The Mountain (literally the first short story I've ever finished)

question: What does the man see in the sky?

answer: Each star represents a memory.

critique: The answer misses to mention that the memories are of his wife.

critique: The answer should mention that the memories are of his wife.

critique: The question asks what the man sees in the sky, not what he sees in the stars.

critique: It is omitted that the stars represent the memories of his wife.

critique: The answer should mention the memories he sees.

text: It is omitted that he sees Moon.

question: Where is the man?

answer: The man is on a path in the desert.

critique: It is omitted that on one side stood the Joshua trees and a large sandstone mountain.

critique: The answer should include the name of the desert.

critique: The answer should mention the mountain and the Joshua trees.

critique: It is important to mention that the man is at the base of the mountain.

critique: The answer should mention that the path is lined with Joshua trees.

critique: The answer should include that the man is on a path that is lined with Joshua trees.


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JOHN PATRICK GRECO, JR. (born March 24, 1985) is a former American football guard. He was drafted by the St. Louis Rams in the third round of the 2008 NFL Draft. He played college football at the University of Toledo.

Early years

Greco was named First-team All-Conference and Second-team All-region as a senior and was Second-team All-Conference as a junior at Boardman High School in Youngstown, Ohio.

College career

At the University of Toledo, he was a three-time All-MAC honoree at left tackle. As a freshman, in 2004, he started at right tackle. In college, he allowed 6.5 sacks in two years. He started 36 games and recorded 275 knockdowns and 34 touchdown-resulting blocks during his three seasons at left tackle. In 2007, he started all 12 games for Toledo and earned First-team All-MAC for the third consecutive season and was a Third-team All-America by Rivals.com after allowing only three sacks on 411 pass plays. As a junior in 2006 he was the team co-captain started all 13 games at left tackle, earning First-team All-MAC honors. As a sophomore in 2005 Greco was First-team All-MAC in his first season at left tackle. He took over left tackle position after graduation of Nick Kaczur. He opened holes for an offense that ranked 13th in the nation in rushing (216.8 yards per game) and 10th in scoring (25.8 points per game). As a freshman in 2004 he started all 13 games at right tackle and earned the team's top freshman award. He redshirted as a true freshman in 2003.

Professional career

St. Louis Rams

Greco was selected 65th overall in the third round for the St. Louis Rams in the 2008 NFL Draft. On June 12, 2008, Greco signed a three-year, $1.794 million contract with the Rams, with the deal including a $644,000 signing bonus. He spent 2008 as a backup; due to injuries he started one game at the end of the 2008 NFL season.

Cleveland Browns

After three seasons in St. Louis, the Rams traded Greco to the Cleveland Browns for a conditional seventh round draft pick in the 2012 NFL Draft on July 31, 2011.[1] Greco started 12 games in the 2012 season, after an injury to Jason Pinkston. He played very well, finishing among the highest ranked guards in the league for blocking percentage.

On July 23, 2013, Greco signed a five-year contract extension with the Browns, worth a maximum of $13 million with $3 million guaranteed.[2][3] On October 12, 2014, Greco played at center for the first time of his career after Alex Mack left due to a broken fibula.

Greco would miss the last two games of the 2015 season due to spraining one of his MCLs.[4]

In 2016, Greco started 12 games at right guard and center and didn't miss an offensive snap all season before sustaining a foot injury in Week 12 of the 2016 season and was placed on injured reserve on November 28, 2016.[5]

On September 2, 2017, Greco was released by the Browns.[6]

New Orleans Saints

On October 4, 2017, Greco was signed by the New Orleans Saints.[7] He was released on November 8, 2017.[8]

New York Giants

On November 14, 2017, Greco signed with the New York Giants.[9]

On February 21, 2018, Greco re-signed with the Giants.[10] He played in 15 games, starting seven at both center and right guard.

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title: John Greco

question: Summarize the events that made Greco want to become a professional football player.

answer: No answer

critique: The question is asking for a summary of the events that made Greco want to become a professional football player.

critique: The question is asking for a summary of events that made Greco want to become a professional football player.

critique: The question is asking for a response, so "No answer" is not appropriate.


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[Titan FC 39 Healy]
Titan FC 39 Healy

Veteran mixed martial artist Pat “Bam Bam” Healy took some time to talk to Cage Pages ahead of his next marquee matchup.

A professional for nearly 15 years, Pat Healy truly is a legend in the sport of MMA. After competing in nearly every organization one could name, Healy finds himself headlining Titan FC 39.

Healy’s opponent is another MMA legend in Gesias “JZ” Cavalcante. The two combine for an alarming number of fights on record, 82 to be exact.

Due to the wealth of experience owned by Healy, Cage Pages took the time to pick his brain before he gets inside the cage again.

Being that Healy has fought in so many organizations, we asked him to comment on how Titan FC was progressing.

  “I feel like they’re a strong organization trying to establish themselves as the top organization outside of the big two right now. Hopefully it can grow into something bigger. Putting a home base in Miami, there’s so much talent around that area. That’s a smart play. That’s the way you build a promotion, not that I’m an expert. You focus it on a talented region where you can pull a lot of talented guys from.”

After discussing his promotion, Healy went on to talk about his opponent.

“I think I matchup with him well. It’ll be a good matchup. We both play into each other’s strengths. We both like being on top, grappling, using our takedowns. We’re both going to be working for that. We’re not afraid to stand either.”

Healy’s style is marked with constant scrappy forward pressure. Healy explained where he gets his mentality from.

“I think I was born with it. I had a twin brother growing up. We were always rough and tumble boys. We always had our foot on the gas going hard. We never thought about the consequences. That’s kinda how we always attacked life. Full speed ahead, let the chips fall where they may.”

Healy continued by talking about the fight that best highlights his mentality and skill set.

“Maybe the Jim Miller fight. We both were pressing forward. I was pressing, rode in with pressure. I try to do that in all my fights so I can get that submission.”

After fighting for so long it’s easy to wonder if there is anyone left that Healy wants to fight.

  “I don’t know. There’s no one I’m looking to fight. Just want to fight guys that want to fight. That want to come forward and make it a scrap, not a guy that’s going to try to run away, and to win on points. Don’t get me wrong, that’s a good style. It gets wins. I think Cowboy is a good example. I train with him out there in New Mexico. He comes ready to scrap. He’s always looking for the kill. I just got here last week. I try to get out here as much as possible, especially if Cowboy has a fight.”

Besides Cowboy, the training environment out in New Mexico has been exceptional for Healy.

“The coaching is the biggest thing. Jafari Vanier the wrestling coach is great. Brandon Gibson works with tons of stars. We always go to Jackson’s for some extra work. Their accomplishments speak for themselves.”

After being around the game for so long Healy let us know what keeps him going in the sport.

  “Just my love of the sport. I enjoy getting to be able to do it. Enjoy the training everyday, the battles in the gym, everything. It’s all fun to me. I couldn’t imagine my life without at least doing BJJ. Being around the gym, those are a lot of your friends. You know you go and hang out and have a laugh and get after it and get your heart rate up. Then you laugh and joke about it. It’s like a little tribe.”

Before closing the conversation, we asked Healy how much longer he had in MMA.

“I’m only 32. I still feel good. I certainly don’t want to be one of those guys stuck in fighting just to get paid. I don’t want to take a lot of abuse to the brain and stuff. When I can’t compete at a high level I’ll step back. I’ve never relied on my physical talent, and I can keep improving so I can still win.”

The veteran Healy is one of the last of a dying breed. The gritty veteran has been described by more than a few people in MMA as one of the toughest fighters still in the game. To connect with this old school grinder before his next performance, follow him on Facebook, Instagram andTwitter. Healy’s next fight will take place at Titan FC 39, live streaming on UFC Fight Pass at 7 p.m. EST.

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question: Summarize Healy's comments on the progression of Titan FC.

answer: Healy believes Titan FC is a strong organization trying to establish itself as the top organization outside of the big two. He feels that Titan FC is putting itself in a good position by putting a home base in Miami, where there is a lot of talent. Healy hopes that Titan FC can grow into something bigger.

critique: The answer doesn't have nay of Healy's commentary related to Titan FC.

question: Summarize what keeps Healy going in the sport.

answer: Healy says that he loves the sport and enjoys training every day. He also enjoys the battles in the gym and hanging out with his friends. He says that he doesn't want to be one of those guys stuck in fighting just to get paid.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

question: Who could Healy be a great asset to as a veteran?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should be that Healy could be a great asset to the UFC.