I once saw a cigarette ad depicting Joe Camel playing the saxophone. I had to laugh at the irony of a wind instrument in the hands of the very image that is proven harmful to breathing. Few people give it a conscious thought and therein lies the avenue for covert persuasion. Full article
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Once upon a time there were calamities. No, not earthquakes, hurricanes or some other catastrophes, but something much less noticeable: insurance adjusters, welcomed with open arms, who took advantage of disaster survivors in their time of need. The millions of people who suffer from a disaster each year such as earthquake, hurricane, tornado, and flood usually carry insurance, but they generally had no idea what they should financially expect, even after asking around. Nearly everyone had been left out of the loop. Suddenly by some stroke all the people in the land had access to equal information and nothing was ever quite the same…they lived happily prepared ever after.
Sign a petition at Change.org for the “responsible” insurance industry to provide crucial information and policyholder rights missing from public view (yes, they do exist) to all policyholders as a matter of course. Disaster survivors lack these basic rights and vital information in their time of need, when they are most vulnerable. They can be any one of us, that’s our lot—or not…your choice.
Thanks to my mother, I learned a valuable lesson early on the subject of abuse. At 6 years of age I found myself under attack nearly every day. A bully would hide behind any one of many trees, in the park I had to walk through to get to school. I never knew which tree he hid behind, to pounce on me. He really was not much bigger, though imposing, and I became intimidated—easy prey.
My mother accompanied me to the edge of the park one morning waiting to see what came next. Sure enough, after I walked 50 yards or so, out popped the bully. My mother yelled, “Give it to him Tony!” To my own amazement I knocked him down and he never bothered me again! That lesson has carried me well and given me fortitude to stand up to intimidation at the crossroads in life.
Let’s see if we can find words to fit the essence of the picture…access – not abuse.
