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https://karriereformel.ch/In dieser Folge erfährst du, wie du dein Jahresgespräch so vorbereitest, dass deine Führungskraft gar nicht anders kann, als dich ernst zu nehmen. Kein Zufall. Keine Hoffnung. Sondern glasklare Strategie.Wir gehen gemeinsam durch vier zentrale Bereiche, die Fach- und Führungskräfte immer wieder beschäftigen – und ich zeige dir, wie du sie souverän meisterst:Die grössten Fehler im Jahresgespräch Viele gehen unvorbereitet rein, sprechen über Gefühle statt Resultate und warten, bis die Führungskraft das Thema Gehalt von sich aus anspricht. Damit gibst du die Verhandlungsführung ab, bevor das Gespräch begonnen hat.Die 3 entscheidenden Fragen zur Vorbereitung Was hast du konkret geleistet? Was willst du wirklich? Und was braucht dein Gegenüber, um Ja zu sagen? Diese drei Fragen sind der Kern jeder erfolgreichen Vorbereitung und entscheiden über deine Wirkung im Gespräch.Mut zur Klarheit – deine Anliegen platzierenSag klar, was du willst – nicht das, was „auch ok wäre“. Mit Ich-Botschaften und konstruktiven Lösungsvorschlägen zeigst du Stärke und Professionalität, auch wenn es um heikle Themen geht.Wenn's schwierig wird Blockt die Führungskraft, fehlt Budget oder kommt kein klares Feedback? Präzise Nachfragen, Alternativen und souveräne Formulierungen helfen dir, die Kontrolle zu behalten und auf Augenhöhe zu bleiben.Am 27. November machen Selma Kuyas und ich einen Live-Call zum Jahresgespräch.Stell uns deine Fragen, hol dir ehrliches Sparring – und geh perfekt vorbereitet in dein Gespräch.

The First Sparring Of The Great Debate The first sparring of The Great Debate takes place here with the Christian & atheist getting five questions to ask for the other to answer. While we aren't used to this format, this really lays out the needed back and forth interaction that a lot of debates lack within a formal structure. It's not the blood-sport debates we're used to on YouTube but it helps with each side making sure the other is interacting with their points the best. TIMELINE: 00:00 - Introduction 03:22 - Q1 - Source For Atheism Definition 04:03 - A1 - Source Cited 05:15 - Q2 - Cite The Argument Used By Bahnsen 05:36 - A2 - No But You Believe It 06:49 - Q3 - Where's The Transcendental Argument 07:50 - A3 - No Because It's Not A Proof 08:12 - Commentary - Stein Was Helpful For Presuppositionalists 10:49 - Q4 - All Questions Answered The Same Way 11:08 - A4 - No They Are Not 11:34 - Q5 & A5 - What Does An Atheist Believe Laws Of Logic Are 14:21 - Atheist 14:41 - Q1 & Q2 - The Nature Of God 17:04 - Q2 & A2 - Is Your God All The Omnis 17:33 - Q3 & Q3 - If Argument Is Wrong Will God Not Exist 17:56 - Commentary - A Clarifying Comment On A "Problematic" Bahnsen 20:25 - Q4 & A4 - Is God Good 24:43 - Q5 & A5 - Can You Prove The Soul 26:38 - Conclusion BOOK LINKS: The Great Debate - Does God Exist? - Edited and Commentary by Joshua Pillows Debate Transcript Video The Bahnsen Institute       All episodes, short clips, & blog - https://www.cavetothecross.com

Don't miss Eubank Jr vs Benn 2, November 15th, only on DAZN. Click here to buy the PPV and get a 7-day free trial: https://www.dazn.com/ifltv Big John Fisher gives his honest take on the upcoming Chris Eubank Jr vs Conor Benn 2 showdown — and he's backing Conor this time!

The end of the 43-day federal government shutdown reignited partisan battles among Washington's congressional delegation. Rep. Marie Gluesenkamp Perez joined Republicans in voting to fund the government while fellow Democrats like Suzan DelBene and Pramila Jayapal pushed back, sparking debates over health care and tax credits. https://www.clarkcountytoday.com/news/end-of-shutdown-ignites-new-round-of-sparring-among-was-congressional-lawmakers/ #GovernmentShutdown #WashingtonPolitics #Congress #MarieGluesenkampPerez #DanNewhouse #SuzanDelBene #PramilaJayapal #WashingtonStateStandard #Bipartisan #Politics

The Time Riders: Part 5 A Labyrinth Palace. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. The non-descript carriage had indeed made its way through Paris' winding streets, taking well over an hour to finally stop in front of the palace and allowing Mark to get out of the cramped cab before it rattled off. The sun had set some time ago, and night hung over the city heavily, the cloying air of Paris carrying the city's growing pains to his ears. Even at night, the city was not silent. Mark adjusted his outfit and marched toward the outermost gate of the vast palace, its arms spread wide and encompassing a massive courtyard. Two men wearing ornate red uniforms and holding pikes crossed their weapons at his approach, barring his entry. One of them gruffly asked him to state his business. Trusting to the plan, Mark said nothing, but merely held out one of his sealed letters, this one bearing the emblem of Richelieu. The guard examined it for several seconds, consulting with the other guard before handing it back and then opening the gate. Mark shot them both a dirty look for holding him up in his errand and then swept inside, doing his best to look haughty and full of bravado, which is what the Musketeers were apparently renowned for. He couldn't help but reflect that they seemed a lot less heroic than history let on and were more dickbags than anything else. Oh well. Faking being a dickbag was probably significantly easier than pretending to be a hero. He passed through another gate that got him closer to the palace, this one also manned by the Swiss Guard. He arrogantly presented them with the Richelieu missive, which once again satisfied their scrutiny and he was allowed to pass. He forced himself to not look around in wonder at his surroundings, instead heading straight to the great doors that would give him admittance to the palace. Alex once again presented his letter, but this time the guards squinted at him suspiciously. "Qui es tou?" demanded one of them. His throat was dry, but he answered as readily as he could, trying to sound authoritative and even haughty. "J'mappelle Benat de Ferres, of Soule, Second Company of the King's Musketeers under Monsieur de Treville. Let me through." "Fucking Basques and Gascons," muttered one of the guards in irritation. "Why would a musketeer be bringing a missive to his excellency, the Cardinal?" he demanded to know. Mark concealed his anxiety by looking pissed and rattling off one of the phrases Alexandra had given him, hoping it had the desired effect. "I have an idea, why don't we all go ask the Cardinal and you can fucking explain to him why you held up his envoy on an important errand? Does that sound good to you?" The two men looked at one another warily; the visitor was certainly obnoxious enough to be a Musketeer and a Gascon. Sighing and shaking his head in defeat, the one man handed the sealed letter back to Mark and they opened the doors, allowing him entrance. He swept by them, calling them shitheads in Spanish before the doors closed behind him. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help Gawking as he stared at the palace around him; its splendor was beyond anything he had imagined. Walls of white plaster, carved in exquisite shapes and edged in royal purple, along with gold filigree, and incredible paintings and artifacts lined the walls. Endless numbers of servants scurried by, hardly noticing him. He shut his eyes for a moment and composed himself, remembering the details Alexandra had shown him, the way through the palace. He turned and began his search for his teacher. Lisette walked primly through the halls of the palace, bowing her head deferentially to just about everyone who passed her. Wearing an elegant gown, she seemed to almost glide along the hallway, walking with a practiced ease that her mistress had taught her. She had, in three years, only been in the royal presence twice before, in attendance to Lady Alexandra. The king had barely noticed her, but Lisette didn't mind one bit, because this was far more of a life than she ever could have hoped for. She had, of course, spent much more time in the presence of the queen, because her mistress served Anne directly. Anne of Austria seemed mostly amused by Lady Alexandra's quirky servant, but she was kind to Lisette, often sending her home with gifts of chocolate. Her devotion to the queen, while not equal to her fanatic love for Lady Alexandra, meant she would die in Anne's name if necessary. She hoped it wouldn't come to that tonight, but she had made her peace with God and the Lady Mary all the same. Alexandra had set her with the task of removing or distracting every guard she could from the route Mark would take through the palace. She was not to kill anyone, nor was she to be seen in the mayhem, if at all possible. If things went wrong, she was to retreat to the queen's quarters and be seen protecting her. It was the best alibi she could hope for. A guard up ahead. He was a sullen-looking brute, not carrying the long pikes of the gate guards, but a much more practical halberd, along with a short rapier on his belt. She knew he'd be trouble. She ducked into an alcove and pulled a small phial out of her cleavage, drinking the strong red wine from it and sloshing it around in her mouth, to make sure the aroma was on her breath. Replacing the phial, she lurched back out into the hallway and sauntered toward him lazily. "Hello, beautiful," she said drunkenly, giving him a lopsided smile. "You must' be off-duty by now." "No, I am not," he grunted, not looking at her. "Go away, slut." "C'mon," Lisette persisted, leering at him as she leaned against the wall to his left. "We could be having fun. Don' you like fun?" "Duty is not meant to be fun." "But these are fun," she drawled, as she stepped in front of him and leaned forward, using her hands to pull down the front of her bodice and exposing her perky tits to the man, whose eyes went wide at the sight. "These are all the fun you'll need;” He didn't stop her as she sidled up to him, stood on her tip-toes and put her arms around his neck. Her breath was sweet with wine, her dark eyes glassy with the lack of inhibition it brought on. Her tits pressed to his chest, her hips flat to his crotch. "Take me into that room and fuck me;” she breathed huskily, her lips no more than an inch from his. "I want to feel you inside me;” The man was rather pale at her suggestion, but nodded readily and turned around to open the door. The parlor behind was empty, the perfect place for a rendezvous with this slattern. She took him by the hand and led him inside, closing the door behind them. Mark walked down the hallway, trying to not look like he was hurrying, and staying alert. He was entering a difficult part of the operation, because he was no longer in an area of the palace that led to either the king's quarters or those of Cardinal Richelieu. If anyone stopped him now, he would probably be redirected rather forcefully, and he had precious little time to waste. He walked by a door, from which he heard a moaning noise. Then he heard a familiar woman's voice, gasping and urging someone on. His translator bud wasn't close enough to hear what was being said, but he was fairly certain he knew what was happening. He subtly pushed the door open and peered inside. Mark gaped as he watched Lisette, leaning over a small table, panting while a member of the House Guard fucked her from behind, her layered skirt bunched over her ass as he pushed in and out of her. The guard remained oblivious, but she noticed the door open and flicked a glance his way. She gave him an annoyed look and jerked her head, indicating that she had this covered and he needed to keep moving. He nodded and pulled the door shut quietly before heading down the hall again. He turned a corner and then headed up some stairs, leading up to the next floor, which was apparently where Becky was being kept. He was so busy thinking about what he needed to do next that he blundered right into two guards, who grunted and then glared at him angrily. "Stupid shit!" the one man he had smacked into spat. "Watch where you are; who are you?" Mark went wide-eyed, not having expected them. His mouth seemed to work, but no sounds came forth. They blocked his ascent and continued to glare at him. "Who; are; you?" the man demanded again. Mark regained control of his voice and tried to speak. "My name is; my name is Benat;” Fuck, he'd forgotten his last name. "My name is Benat DeFlepard," he managed to say. "I am from Sully and I have' "What sort of name is DeFlepard?" snarled the one guard. "I have sealed orders," Mark interrupted, not liking where this was going. "From the Cardinal!" "Is that so?" sneered the man. "Let's see them!" Mark handed him the sealed missive scroll. The man examined it and frowned. "This is the king's seal," he growled. "What is the meaning of this?” Before the man could finish his query, Mark punched him in the face and then pulled his crème-colored tabard over his head and threw him down the stairs. The guard cursed loudly as he rolled at least two floors. Mark was too late to stop the other man from drawing his short rapier, but managed to grapple onto him, keeping himself from being run through. Mark might have been taller, but the guard was a veteran of many wars, strong and cunning. It wasn't long before he had Mark's back pressed against the wall, both men fighting for balance on the stairs. "Little shit!" he shouted, trying to press the edge of his blade against Mark's throat and slit it. They tussled, and Mark managed to wedge his arm between his neck and the rapier, feeling the sickening cold pain of the keen edge creasing his forearm. His free hand, however, snaked down to the pistol on his belt, twisting the leather until the muzzle pointed down; The stairwell echoed with a thunderous crack as Mark pulled the trigger and discharged the weapon, the iron ball punching a hole in the guard's boot and then his foot. The man groaned and staggered, releasing Mark. His ears ringing, Mark managed to shove the man down the stairs, following his comrade. He shook his head and began sprinting up the stairs, knowing the whole palace would be coming down on his head any second now. Alexandra was concealed in a secret closet in a parlor not far from the queen's quarters, listening carefully. She was wearing the red uniform of the Cardinal's personal guard, her impressive bust flattened and pulled tight with linen straps. Her golden hair was held in a ponytail while a black mask concealed her facial features. Her rapier sat on her hip and three customized pistols were concealed around her person, along with several knives balanced for throwing. She heard the discharge of a firearm, followed by shouts of alarm and fright. She hung her head and sighed. She'd been hoping it wouldn't come to this, but there seemed to be nothing for it. She would see her obligation met. Alexandra crossed herself and exited the hidden space, heading toward the Cardinal's quarters, determined to cause a distraction for Mark as he went in the opposite direction to rescue Rebecca. It was all in God's hands now. All she could hope was that Mark had remembered what his name was. Mark raced down the hallway, ignoring people who poked their heads out of various rooms and parlors to see what all the commotion was, before closing their doors and locking them in panic at the sight of him. He had his sword in one hand, his pistol in the other. Having discharged his shot already and having no idea how to readily and safely reload the damn thing, the pistol was mostly for intimidation purposes at this point. Thankfully, if he pointed it at people, they tended to make themselves scarce. A guard rushed around the corner, his halberd in hand, but Mark smashed the ornate swept hilt of his rapier into his mouth, which dissolved in a welter of blood, lips and gum before he burbled and fell over. Mark kept running. He shoulder-blocked his way past another guard, but then found himself confronted by a small group of angry servant girls, who kept swearing in French and throwing bread rolls and potatoes at him. Covering his head, he sprinted past them, resisting the urge to take a swipe at the uppity wenches. There was the room! He raced up to it and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Given the amount of noise and commotion he was causing, he shouldn't have been surprised. He stepped back and then slammed the heel of his sturdy boot into the door with all his might, knocking it out of its frame and falling to the floor. He rushed inside, looking around for his teacher, but she was nowhere in sight. That's when the heavy vase smashed into the back of his head. He was on his face on the floor, reality swimming around him. He heard someone hissing at him as he was handled roughly by his neck and his tunic. He was turned onto his back and someone was straddling him now, their supple legs on either side of his throat and their heavy skirt bunched up between their legs, allowing him to goggle up at his assaulter. "Becky! Stop! Stop, I; Ow! Jesus! Quit Hitting Me! It's Me, Mark!" The flurry of fists halted and then there was a pause thick with confusion. He felt his cheeks being gripped tightly, immobilizing his face and then his neck pulled up so that whoever was sitting on him could look at him. "Mark?" Becky exclaimed in disbelief. "Mark! Oh my God!" She began smothering him with feverish kisses, still straddling him. Still dizzy, he was in no particular shape to stop her, in spite of the fact the whole palace was on its way to kill him. His eyes finally managed to focus, and he looked up at her. "I've missed you too, Becks, but can you let me up, please?" Becky blinked and then jumped off him hastily, helping him to his feet. She still seemed stunned to see him, not that he blamed her. "How?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief and wet with emotion. "You; you were." "Dead? Yeah, kinda." "The how are you here?" she asked, trembling. He shrugged. "To quote Neil De Grasse-Tyson, science, bitches." "Oh, it doesn't matter," she exhaled, crushing herself to him and hugging tight, her body shaking with raw emotion. "You're back, Mark. You came back for me;” He smiled and hugged her back, his hand on the back of her head. "Well sure I did. You're my time-travelling partner, aren't you? Can't leave you here with these smelly savages." She laugh-choked back a sob and look up at him, her eyes leaking tears onto her scarlet cheeks. "And we're gonna get out of here and; Becks, are you, like, really drunk?" Her expression of delight warped into a scowl at his query and she pushed herself away from him. "Well what do you expect? I only spent the past month trying to kill myself with alcohol while you were taking your unscheduled nap, you jerk!" "I'm sorry," he faltered, knowing that this couldn't possibly be the right time to make her angry, on so many levels. "Let me get you out of here and then I'll explain everything." "Hang on;” she huffed, stomping over to a table and grabbing her bottle of wine, tilting her head back and taking a stiff pull from it gulping loudly. Mark made a wan face and fidgeted, acutely aware of the time they were losing. "Becks, no offense, but I'm pretty sure every guard in Paris is looking for me right now, and I' "Sounds like more of a you problem than a me problem," she grunted, attempting to drain the bottle with several loud glucks. "Nobody was trying to kill me while I was here." "No, you seem to have that covered;” he said dryly. She shot him a nasty look, but didn't stop drinking. "Look, we need to go," he insisted. "Pretty sure Alexandra's risking her neck to make sure I can' "Alexandra?" Becky interrupted, stopping drinking to look at him pointedly. "The gorgeous blonde I want to fuck?" "I; sure," Mark replied, trying to keep up. "Pretty sure she and Lisette are' "Who's Lisette?" Becky asked suspiciously, lurching toward him. She was quite a bit drunker than he'd initially thought. "It doesn't matter," he declared, determined to get moving before Richelieu arrested and shot his ass again. "We need to get' Mark winced in fear as she surged toward him, the bottle raised over her head. She flew by him and smashed the bottle down on the head of a guard who had barged into the room. His eyes rolled up into his head and he went to sleep. "Weren't you drunk moments ago?" Mark asked in disbelief. "Looks like you're the one who need rescuing." Becky shot back. "You were half a second away from having an exit wound the size of an airport runway in your chest just now." Another guard sprang around the corner. Becky, who was closest to the door, kicked him savagely between the legs. The man staggered to a stop and stiffened, but didn't fall over, the impact of her foot cushioned by the many layers of baroque skirt she was wearing, not to mention the dainty, padded slipper. As the man gaped at her, she kicked him between the legs again, but her skirt interfered, softening the blow to the place where he merely doubled over from the ache. Becky snarled angrily, lunged in, grabbed him by the neck and DDT him, almost as smoothly as ‘Jake the Snake' did to fellow pro wrestlers. This time he stayed down. "Jerk!" she muttered, glaring at the man. Without a second thought, she used a knife on the man's belt to tear layers of skirt away, leaving herself clad only in the bodice and skimpy underwear, with garters holding up the silk stockings she wore. She knelt on the unconscious man's back and pulled his boots off, replacing her slippers with the sturdier footwear. She then stripped his rapier and pistol from his person before turning to look at Mark. "You ready now?" she asked pointedly, standing there in what basically amounted to negligee and musketeer boots, while holding a rapier and a wheellock pistol. He gaped at her for a moment, unable to say anything. "You have no idea how stupidly sexy you look right now, Becks." Mark managed to say. "I'll believe it when Alexandra says it to me," she sniffed, turning and heading out the door. "Let's go, hero." Mark sighed and trotted after her, leaving the two men lying on the floor in a spreading pool of wine and broken shards of glass. Lisette made sure the guard was arranged comfortably in the plush chair, snoring, his breeches still around his ankles, his soft cock oozing cum all over his balls. She shook her head in exasperation as she rearranged her skirts; no sooner had the man cum than he yawned and began to fall asleep. She'd been nowhere close to climaxing when he'd finished. Typical male. At least the boy from the future liked to make sure she came first, even if he was a naïve school boy. She left the door open, to make sure his shame was on display and then hurried down the hallway, holding her skirt up and allowing herself to run. The palace was ringing with shouts of alarm, anger and panic. Everything seemed to be going as planned, whatever that entailed. She just trusted that Mistress knew what she was doing. Guards from various regiments were racing around now, getting one another's way and shouting orders angrily. She passed through them virtually unnoticed, merely a servant girl looking for shelter. She made a beeline right for the queen's royal apartments, and she was stopped by no one, since she was known to the guards and stuff. She nodded hastily as she passed two guards outside the ornate doors and headed inside the boudoir. Anne of Austria looked up from a book to see Lisette scurry in, closing the door behind herself and then pressing her ear to the door, ignoring everyone else in the room. She then saw the queen, blinked, curtseyed hastily, and went back to eavesdropping on the frenzy of activity outside. The monarch shook her head wearily and went back to reading her book. "You may not pass through here!" shouted the house guard, blocking Alexandra's passage forward. She had identified herself as a member of the Cardinal's guard, using her well-practiced man's voice to give credit to her guise. Thought he believed her, the man remained unmoved, barring her way. "I told you, I need to reach the Cardinal!" she insisted, knowing full well he would not let her through. "That is no concern of mine," he said coldly, glaring at her, his hand on his sword, ready to draw it. "Find another way to reach your Cardinal, because if you come another step closer, I will run you through." "So be it!" she growled as she lunged in, her own rapier flashing in her hand. The man drew his weapon and thrust at her, but she parried and then drove the point of her blade through the shoulder of his sword arm, pinning him against the wall. He groaned as his sword fell to the ground, but then her foot slammed into his face while she pulled her rapier from his shoulder. He was unconscious, but he would live. She had no cause to kill these men. She ran down the hallway, listening all the while to the commotion that echoed through the Louvre. A young guard barred her progress at a juncture in the hallways, and before he was even ready, she struck him across the head with the basket of her rapier, knocking him out. Alexandra continued along the corridor, but then saw several guards rushing into the other end of the hall, outside of an ornate door that led to the king's royal apartments. Upon seeing her, the six men pointed their muskets at her, three kneeling while the other three stood behind. A series of barks shook the area as she ducked around a corner hastily, avoiding their barrage. She could hear them shouting orders to reload. She leaned her head back against the wall and sighed. Idiots. Before they had reloaded, she had pulled a small device made of two pieces of flint out of her pocket, along with a tiny clay pot out of the other. From the hole in the top of the pot hung a thin strip of rigid paper. She held the pot by its flat bottom and snapped the flint pieces against one another, producing sparks that caught on the paper and began to burn. As the flame made its way down the paper wick, she counted slowly and calmly before leaning around the corner, tossing the pot, which skated on its flat bottom along the floor toward the guards who opposed her. She then ducked back, waiting grimly. There were shouts and the sound of boots stampeding, but then an unreal hissing shriek and a bright, flaring white light as the magnesium powder inside the container ignited. Cries of pain followed. Ten seconds later, the light died, and she rounded the corner and strode down the hallway. Four of the six guards had fled before the grenade went off, while two were writhing on the ground, clutching at their eyes from the flash blindness. She stepped between them and kicked in the door toward the king's apartments before turning around and walking away, knowing that this would create additional confusion as they sought to find the assassin in the red tabard who sought to slay the Sun King. There was more chaos to sow. Mark and Becky sprinted down the hall, ignoring the pell-mell going on around them. Inevitably, though, they were confronted by a soldier of the Cardinal, one that Mark recognized. It was the captain who had shot him. Marks teeth clenched as he rushed forward, ready to run the sonofabitch through, but Becky was faster. She threw herself into a skid, sliding along the polished floor, hurtling straight toward the man. He gaped at her in disbelief, but by then, she had slammed her foot into his crotch, doubling him over with a grunt of unreal pain. With a roar, she surged to her feet, grabbed the man around the middle from behind and yanked him over backwards, suplexing his family jewels with zest. Mark had by now skidded to a halt and watched in disbelief while his teacher stood over the supine officer and kicked him in the ribs. "Bastard!" she raged. "Teach you to kill my students!" She knelt and yanked his head up, making sure his eyes were open as she pointed at Mark, her voice dripping with vitriol. "See that? He's alive! You can't even kill something right! Your life means nothing! Nothing!" She smacked his head off the tile floor and gathered up her weapons before looking at Mark, composing herself now. "Sorry," she said with a flush of embarrassment. "You probably wanted him, didn't you? I thought you were dead, so if I ever saw him again, I'd have to avenge you." Mark shrugged. "No harm done. Except to him, and I don't really' Mark stopped talking and stared down the hallway behind Becky. Three men in flamboyant uniforms, trimmed in blue and white like himself were now approaching them. One had a grim, patrician air and about him, the second a handsome boyish charm, while the third towered over the others by a head and shoulders, a contemptuous smirk on his face. "That can't be good;” he thought. Becky didn't even blink. Without turning around, she pointed her pistol backwards over her shoulder and pulled the trigger. The bark of the shot echoed around the palace and the giant staggered backward, eyes wide in shock, before he fell over like a redwood. The other two gaped at her in astonishment as she turned around to glower at them. They hastily took hold of their downed friend and hauled him out of sight, their duty to the king forgotten. "That's right, ladies, run!" Becky called out, her chest heaving. "How's it feel to get beat up by a girl?" "You are so sexy right now, Becks." Mark chuckled, approaching her. She turned back to face him; covered with gunpowder smudges, scratches and the occasional bruise, she'd never looked more attractive to him. Heedless of their surroundings, she threw herself against him and kissed him shamelessly. His hands found her ass and squeezed as he returned the kiss and she moaned into his mouth. If there'd been a rhino horn on his crotch, he'd have been impaled on it. She broke the kiss and looked at him hungrily, her eyes shouldering with desire. "I'm so glad you're not dead, Mark," she breathed. "I can't wait to prove it to you when we get the fuck out of here." Mark took her hand and pulled her down the hallway, breaking into a run. They weren't out of danger yet. "What're you laughing about?" she asked, scowling while she allowed him to lead her through the palace. "I think that was Porthos you shot," he said almost cheerfully. "Becks, you ganked Porthos." "Oh, I did not," she hissed, trying to not feel disgust at her student's lack of historical knowledge and basic temporal mechanics. "Porthos doesn't die until 1670. So if that guy dies, it wasn't Porthos. If it was Porthos, he isn't dead. Read a book, Mark." "Ha, you said bookmark!" he laughed as he pulled her around a corner and down another hallway, trying to reach the point Alexandra had designated. "Uh!" Becky groused. "Why was I so damn happy that you lived? I swear, Mark, I; Ack!" They both whirled in panic and threw themselves back around the corner as a withering hail of musket fire peppered the plaster of the walls where they'd been standing mere seconds before. They scrambled to their feet and began running back the way they'd come, determined to not die in some baroque version of Bullet Hell from the Matrix. "Fucking shit!" Mark yelped, yanking her around another corner as more soldiers appeared and filled the hall with musket balls. "This sucks!" "Ya' think?" she hissed as they kept running, their options becoming increasingly limited. "I'm in this too, Mister Spotlight!" "Yeah, well at least you don't have the Goblin City Battle music from the Labyrinth soundtrack stuck in your head while they chase us around and try to kill us!" "I do now, you fucker! Thanks a lot!" Becky raged. A lone house guard skidded to a stop near them and prepared to fire. Mark flung his pistol at the man, striking him in the head before knocking him aside as they continued down the corridor. "What did you throw your gun away for, dumbass?" she exclaimed, wondering if blood loss after getting shot had permanently damaged Mark's brain. She hoped he could still get it up, if they made it out of here. "It had no ammo in it." Mark grunted, trying to get his bearings, thinking back to the plans of the palace Alexandra had shown him. "Why were you carrying around an empty pistol?" Becky asked in disbelief. "Intimidation purposes? Were you gonna hold it sideways when you pointed it at people, hope you looked all gangster?" "I plugged a guy on my way to find you, okay?" he sighed as they kept running. "The first shot fired that started this whole mess, it was me shooting some jackoff in the foot as I tried to find you." Becky skidded to a stop, halting Mark's flight as well. She looked into his eyes and then hugged him in relief. "Thank you, Mark," she said quietly. "You came for me, after you nearly died, and we both could today. You're very brave." When she ended the hug, Mark found she had put her own pistol in his hands. He frowned in confusion. "Why'd you give me your pistol?" he asked. "Because let's face it, I'm a lot more likely to snag another one than you are," she sighed. "Let's go, I'm done with the Sun King's France." Out of breath, they settled for trotting down a hallway, surrounded by the echoing sounds of chaos. Things had gotten so confused that the guards were all fighting one another now, thinking the enemy in their midst. Panting, the pair stopped suddenly as they came to a major intersection of hallways. Not far away, a confused brawl consisting of house guard and the Cardinal's guard blocked their passage. Upon their appearance, though, both sides paused in their fight and stared at them. Then a captain raised a call to kill them. Without even thinking, Mark pointed his pistol at the huge iron chandelier over the soldier's heads and fired. The plaster ceiling broke as the iron ball struck at and the chandelier plummeted, crashing into the dozens of men before while clouds of plaster dust filled the hall. "I can't believe that worked!" Mark laughed as they ran down another venue. "Yes, it was very impressive, Gene Kelly," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "Next, you'll be swinging from the damn chandeliers or using your knife to ride down tapestries." Soldiers surged around the corner, charging into the couple. Mark shouted in fury as they tried to skewer him while they attempted to wrestle Becky to the ground. He dodged a blade and slashed his foe across the arm before leaping back to try and give himself room. He looked around in a panic and saw Becky kicking a soldier in the nuts before punching another in the face, her eyes flashing with fury. Someone slammed into him from behind and he tumbled forward, scrambling to gain his feet. More bodies joined the fracas and he realized that they were not only trying to kill him but fighting one another as well. It was difficult to breathe. There were too many bodies smothering him. He gasped in panic and strained to find room for himself. His shaking hand gripped a sword and she shoved it forward indiscriminately, feeling something soft give before him. He focused all his effort on crawling forward, finally emerging from the churning pile of men, locked in combat. He dragged himself along the floor but then grunted in pain as something speared into his thigh from above and behind. He turned to look, his eyes watering in pain, seeing a man in red, glaring at him, raising his rapier for another strike. Then a sword point burst through the man's chest from behind. His eyes widened, and he dropped his sword and crumpled to the ground. The man who had killed him was already moving on to another target. Exhausted and dull with pain, Mark dragged himself to a wall and slumped against it, looking around for Becky, but she was nowhere to be seen. No. Not again. He ignored the maelstrom of violence and pushed himself to his feet, limping down a hallway, sword held loosely in his hand as he went to find his teacher. Alexandra strode down the hall with purpose, her senses keen for trouble. She had caused as much trouble as she could, all the while keeping the fray well away from the queen's quarters. She regretted that men would die today, due to their poor judgement, but she understood that the girl Rebecca could not remain here in Paris. A deep foreboding warned her that almost any price was worth paying to see her safely away. Sparring with D'Artagnan. She stopped as a lone figure came into view, blocking her way down the corridor. He wore the blue of the king's mousquetaires, his young face etched with determination. His hand rested on the hilt of his rapier while he observed her. "So," he began, tilting his head. "You must be the cause of all this mayhem, oui?" "I am not who you seek." Alexandra said plainly. "I do not truck with liars and I do not appreciate being lied to!" the young man snapped. "I would have your name before I run you through in the king's. Are you an agent of Buckingham?" "No." "Charles of Spain?" "I have no time for this," Alexandra said testily, putting her hand on the hilt of her blade. "Move aside and let me complete my task, musketeer!" "Then it is death you crave!" he hissed, his rapier flashing in his hand now. "I shall happily give it to you in the queen's honor!" Alexandra drew her blade as her foe rushed forward. She parried his initial thrust and then counter-thrust, which he swatted aside. A flurry of thrusts and ripostes followed, the two warriors measuring one another, vying for advantage in the narrow hallway. Steel rang and flashed. Alexandra's sword point tore a vent in one of her foe's sleeves, and she followed up with a swipe at his eyes, but he dodged away nimbly. He lunged in with the speed of a striking serpent and she caught his blade on hers before it pierced her stomach, turning it aside. They pressed blade-to-blade, moving around one another in a slow, deadly circle, their eyes locked. He danced away again as a main-gauche flashed in her hand, nearly shearing his throat open. He spun around her next attack, and when he was facing her again, a pistol had appeared in his free hand. At point blank range, he pulled the trigger. The thunderous bark of the firearm rattled her teeth as she bent backwards, the bullet passing harmlessly overhead. Alexandra somersaulted backward gracefully, coming to her feet with her rapier guarding against a follow-up attack. A lot of bemusement crossed his face. "Very pretty, good sir," he said. "But it will not save you." He darted in again and another furious exchange of swordplay followed. His blade kissed the top of her thigh, leaving a shining crimson thread on her skin. She paid him in kind with a nick across his cheek, followed by cutting the red plume from his hat. He was nearly as fast as she was, and his recklessness made him dangerously unpredictable, even to one as skilled and experienced as Alexandra. Their blades grated as they strained against one another, teeth clenched and eyes flashing in fury. With a cry of effort, she shoved with all her might and threw him back. He kept his feet and remained on guard, irritated by his foe's grit and skill. "D'Artagnan!" shouted Athos as he and Aramis dragged the unconscious Porthos across the hallway behind the combatants, disappearing from sight. This distracted the Musketeer, who turned to look behind himself in confusion and then disbelief. He glanced back at his foe and then sighed, sheathing his blade. "Until next time, enemy mine;” he said, before darting around the corner to catch up with his comrades. Alexandra waited some seconds after he was gone and then sagged against the wall, sighing heavily. She rubbed her face for a moment before returning her rapier to its sheathe and continuing on. She had to find Mark and Rebecca. The door to the room swung open and Mark staggered inside, panting in pain. His entire leg felt like it was on fire, and it was maddeningly sticky. He had lost his sword while searching for Becky, but it mattered little if he couldn't find her. He tumbled into a sitting position, propping himself up on his hands and trying to breathe. Everything hurt now, and it was getting to the place where he couldn't move. His head throbbed and he was getting dizzy. With extreme effort, he managed to tear one of his sleeves off, and tied it around his leg, hoping it would act as a tourniquet and perhaps staunch the bleeding. It stung like fucking Hell and to his distress did nothing ease his pain. He sat there panting, when a solemn figure in red moved slowly by the door. There was a pause and then the person came back into view, peering at Mark quizzically. Clad in red robes and a little red skull cap, his tight, lemony features creased in recognition and then disbelief. "I know you," the Cardinal murmured, his eyes never leaving Mark. "Yes, you are the boy from the field, the one who claimed to be a Spanish noble and had the pretty girl with him." He stepped closer, still scrutinizing Mark, who tried to move backwards, his body screaming in protest. "But you died," the elderly man stated. "My captain shot you. You died in that field. What witchcraft is this?" Annoyance flashed in the Cardinal's eyes now. "So, you are the cause of all this tumult. The girl I was to give to the queen, she is missing and now I know why." He pulled a pistol from within the voluminous folds of his red robes and cocked it before pointing the muzzle down at Mark's face. "I think it is time I dealt with this problem myself, once and for all." Too hurt and exhausted to fight back, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; "I Kick You In The Nuts, Richelieu!" shrilled a voice from the doorway behind the Cardinal, the shout followed by a sickening thump as a musketeer's boot appeared beneath Richelieu's groin. The man stiffened for a moment in confusion, but then his eyes crossed, and he bit his lower lip as his skin turned a sickly shade of green. While Richelieu slumped forward and then fell on his side, trembling and holding the family jewels, Mark goggled up at Becky, who stood indignantly in the doorway with her hands on her hips, glaring down at His Eminence. "Asshole;” she muttered as she stepped over the Cardinal and came over to Mark, who was shaking with the effort of holding himself up. Her eyes welled with emotion as she knelt next to him. "Oh, Mark," she said in a gentle voice. "Look at you, you got stabbed, baby. I'm so sorry;” "I'll be alright," he managed to say as she hugged him to her. "At least you still look amazing, no matter how badly your ass has been kicked." Becky's laugh choked back her sob and she smiled at him, tears in her eyes. "Smart-ass," she murmured. "C'mon, let me bind your boo-boo properly and then we'll get out of here, before everyone in Paris is dead." She fixed his makeshift tourniquet and then helped him stand. Once he was upright, he took a deep breath and smiled at her. "I think I can walk, I was just in need of a breather, ya' know?" She giggled. "How the Hell are we gonna explain a rapier wound through your thigh when you get home?" "With any luck, Chester will have a little something' to fix me right up." Mark replied. "Let's go. If we are where I think we are, then our ride isn't that far away." They walked cautiously down several smaller hallways, avoiding any and all encounters. They chaos seemed to have abated, at least for now. Alexandra had predicted that if fighting broke out, there was be lots of confused violence, followed by the various guard companies withdrawing to their assigned wings of the palace, to directly protect their charges, such as the king, queen and cardinal. "Bet the Cardinal's guards are gonna be upset," Mark chuckled. "He's nowhere near his quarters, and they let him get kicked in the freaking balls." Becky giggled as she walked alongside him, her arm through his. "You have no idea how good that felt, Mark. A girl could get used to that. Maybe we should visit Berlin, see if I can kick Hitler in the nuts." "One grand adventure at a time, teach;” he said wearily, causing her to laugh. But her mirth was brought up short when a solitary figure appeared in front of them, wearing red and clad in a black mask, a rapier and several pistols on their belt. Becky scowled, getting ready to step in front of her student, when Mark seemed to sigh in relief. "I am glad to see you are both well," said the person, walking forward, pulling their golden hair out of its ponytail and removing the mask. Becky's heart leapt as she came face-to-face with Lady Alexandra once more. "Thank the Lord." She stepped in and embraced them both, all three of them trembling at being reunited. Alexandra finally smiled at her friends and nodded. "We must still get you out of here, before the guards return to some sense of normalcy. Mark, do you still have the place name I gave to you?" Mark smiled wearily. "I; it's in the little pocket in my pants here, but it's probably pretty red and unreadable by now." "It's a good thing, then, that I wrote a copy, non?" Alexandra lilted, pulling a small piece of vellum out from beneath the sash she wore and handing it to Becky. "Go to this place," the noblewoman instructed. "By carriage, it should not take more than three days. It is a sanctum I use on occasion and it will be safe. Lisette and I will find you there a day or two after you arrive." She then handed two small, round jars into Becky's palm as well. "Use these to salve your wounds, until I arrive. I promise you, they will work." "How can we thank you?" Becky asked, staring at Alexandra, enchanted. The French woman smiled and then pulled Becky to her, kissing her deeply and passionately. Becky shuddered and moaned, her arms wrapping around Alexandra and returning the kiss passionately. Mark smiled as he watched the blondes make out for almost a minute before Alexandra reluctantly pulled away. "We need to stop, or we will be fucking right here in the halls of the palace," she breathed, wiping at the corner of her mouth with a finger. "We will see one another soon, and celebrate then." She turned to Mark and smiled before leaning in and kissing him gently. "You are a brave man, my friend. Never doubt it, no matter what travails Heaven provides." She walked them through several secret passages now, until they emerged into a small courtyard, under the cover of night. Standing nearby, a non-descript carriage awaited them. Alexandra wrapped Becky in a cloak and then spoke to the driver while the clambered inside. His instructions were clear, and he would not deviate from them. Becky and Mark looked out a small window, smiling and waving at Alexandra, who held up her hand to bid them farewell. The carriage exited the Louvre via a small gate where the guards asked no questions, and then they were on their way through Paris. Mark sank back into the surprisingly plush seat and sighed heavily. "Try not to get kidnapped again, Becks," he said lazily. "I'm not sure how much more of this my body can take." "But being rescued by you is one of my favorite reasons to use tawdry sex as a thank you," she protested, turning to smile at him and tracing a fingernail up and down his chest. "You wouldn't deprive me of that joy, would you, hero?" "Perish the thought, teach;” he chuckled tiredly. A time to recuperate. Mark had Lisette pinned beneath him and rocked back and forth on top of her, his cock plunging in and out of her molten cunt, while she groaned in pleasure. It felt so good to have this boy's tool inside her again. Her legs were wrapped around his strong waist and her hips moved in time with his, taking him in as deep as she could. Lisette rarely kissed anyone who wasn't her mistress, but in this case, she was making a willing exception. Their tongues tangled wetly as they fucked, exploring one another. The tingling heat was overtaking her, and she knew it would not be long now. She crossed her ankles behind him and she bit at the skin of his chest, shuddering in delight. Mark arched his back, pushing as deep inside her as he could, before shaking and allowing himself release. Her wanton cunt gripped his cock while he came deep inside her, his whole being awash with unreal pleasure. They moaned through a frenzied kiss and then sagged together, spent and sated, at least for now. Moans, pants and sighs of bliss attracted Mark and Lisette's attention and they looked off their side; also on the huge bed with them, Becky and Alexandra were sitting together, with their arms and legs wrapped around one another, kissing hungrily as they squirmed their slick pussies together. Their matching golden hair was damp with the sweat of their exertions, skin slick and shining. The greedy smacking and sucking sounds their slits made as they mingled made the four lovers shiver in delight. Alexandra and Becky were groping and fondling one another with unreal need, their nails leaving red marks and their fingers gripping tight enough to leave welts. Neither relented, though, desperate to cum together. The moans became groans and they were panting as they gyrated their hips, churning rhythmically in a sensual dance of bliss. They pulled tighter against one another, clenching their teeth and craning their necks as they peaked, then crying out and pressing their molten, gooey pussies as they came. More feverish kissing punctuated the climax and the finally both collapsed backward, chests heaving, their legs still scissored together. Steam seemed to be rising from their bodies, skin flushed pink. The four lovers lay silent for some minutes, just basking in their shared bliss. Mark finally pulled himself out of Lisette and then knelt over her face, allowing the dark-haired girl to slide his cock into her mouth, cleaning their mingled cum from his cock, which she did with great delight. Becky and Alexandra finally clasped wrists and pulled themselves up into a sitting position, hugging tiredly, but not willing to relinquish their most intimate contact. They kissed deeply and contentedly, fondling one another's tits. Lisette looked over at them and giggled. Alexandra looked over at her servant, her eyebrow raised. "What is so funny, girl?" Lisette turned on her side and rested her head on her hand while Mark spooned in behind her. "I was just thinking, Mistress; you and Miss Rebecca look so much alike. What if you are her ancestor?" Becky and Alexandra both thought about that, looked at one another for a moment, shrugged and began kissing again, their tongues tangling loudly. "And if that was the case, think about what we discussed the other day," she continued, smirking mischievously. "You said you had wondered what it would be like to Monsieur Mark's child, yes? Wouldn't that also make him Miss Rebecca's ancestor?" Mark burst out laughing while Becky choked on her shock, interrupting the kiss she had been so enjoying. She looked at Lisette in disbelief. Alexandra just sighed and shook her head, used to her servant's twisted humor. The moment of metaphysical terror passed for Becky and they all cuddled together in the center of the bed, kissing tenderly and caressing. Alexandra had told Becky all about Mark's efforts to find her and reach her, what he had undergone and risked. Becky's eyes shone as she looked at Mark at promised to make sure he was properly thanked until the end of time. "I wish you could stay," Alexandra almost moped, regretting that she had to give her new friends up. "I enjoy your company, and I am not ashamed to say I love you both." "Feeling's mutual, Alexa," Becky lilted, tracing a fingernail across her generous tit. "But maybe we needn't end our association. If we designate a consistent place, when you know you are available, you can leave a message there. Mark and I will check for messages, and when we see one, we can visit you at the appointed time. No conflicts or dangers presented, as long as we're all certain of the clear lines of communication." "I like that idea," Alexandra said, grinning. "And I have a gift for you both." She climbed off the bed and went to retrieve something. She returned shortly with two bottles, which she presented to them. "A new type of wine, invented in my native region of Champagne," she said, kneeling on the bed as they examined the bottles. "Twice fermented and sweet on the tongue, not unlike my darling Rebecca." Becky blushed and Mark grinned. "You'll be glad to know that in our time, champagne is one of the most expensive and sought-after drinks in the world, used in every important celebration." "That does please me, Mark." Alexandra said, nodding her head and deciding to not chide him this time about telling her the future. "And now that I think of it, literally, I've got a present for you, Alexa." Mark mused, getting off the bed. The three women watched as he walked into a large closet, rummaging around loudly. When he returned, he was holding what appeared to be several unusual books, which he handed to Alexandra. "What are these?" she asked, puzzled. "Well, the graphic novel is a pictorial history of Wonder Woman, who you may recall I told you a little bit about," he explained, sitting on the bed again. "And the other three books are all written by a man named Alexander Dumas and are fictional works about the Three Musketeers. I figured they'd be humorous reading for you." She looked up at him incredulously. "But; why were they in my closet here in my chalet?" He grinned again. "Well, just a moment ago, I decided to give them to you. So in a few days, I'm gonna gather them up, bring them here to just before Becky and I arrive, and bury 'em in your closet, where I know they are. That way, I don't run into any of us. And clearly it worked." Becky made a wry face. "Ya' know, I'd say you're getting the hang of this whole temporal travel thing, but I'm pretty sure you're only getting the hang of abusing it." Mark smirked at her and pinched her nipple, making her shiver and bite her lip. He then looked back at Alexandra. "And when you're done with 'em, you can just leave 'em in our drop-off spot and Becks and I'll pick them up. That way, there's no anachronistic copies of nineteenth-century novels or twentieth-century comic books lying around to be discovered by archaeologists." "I take back what I said just now, you're gonna get us all clock-hammered right out of existence." Becky sighed, causing her lovers to laugh. Mark and Becky lay side-by-side in her bed and holdings hands, back in their own time and generally none the worse for wear. They'd learned some valuable lessons and had made some important contacts along the way. "Do' you really think Alexandra's my ancestor?" Becky mused, looking at her bedroom ceiling. Mark shrugged. "You sure look a lot alike, and you're both Hell on wheels. I'm still amused by the notion of me being your great-great-great-whatever grandfather." She sighed and shook her head. "I can handle the notion of fucking and falling in love with my great-whatever grandmother, but the notion of you as my whatever grandfather gives me the jibblies. Just promise me you won't impregnate Alexa and make that come true, Mark." He chuckled. "I promise. I have no idea how trans-temporal alimony or visitation rights even work." Becky giggled and turned in to face him, cuddling close. "So, who're you gonna save me from next, hero?" she purred, nipping at his earlobe and making him shiver. "Oh, God, Becks, can we start out with some really ferocious kindergartners from the Roaring Twenties taking you hostage? I can probably handle that right about now." She giggled again and crawled on top of him, staring down into his eyes and kissing his nose while she squirmed her tits against him. "Take me to New York in the Twenties and I'll show you how liberated a flapper girl I can be," she whispered. "Deal?" "Deal." Mark replied, pulling her down and kissing her soulfully. Count Mark and Becky in! I Think I'm Getting The Hang Of This! Finally home. Mark sat at his dining room table, eating dutifully. His mom had prepared short ribs and mashed potatoes for dinner, one of his favorites. What she didn't know was that Mark had substituted several herbs and spices into her collection, items he'd brought back from his temporal travels. At the very least, this meant they were technically several hundred years old, or sometimes that they didn't exist in the modern era at all. "I'm enjoying this particular batch of thyme that I put in the braise," Dhallyla Pritchard remarked as she gently stabbed some green beans with her fork. "Mark, where did you say you got it for me? The flavor is so; special." Mark shrugged. "Another shop I thought I'd try out," he replied. "Nowhere near our usual places." "Well, keep it up, son," his father said, sitting at the other end of the table. "No offence to your mother's cooking, but the spices we were getting before weren't helping the cause. Now this is flavor." "Such a good little minion," his mom said sweetly, reaching over and pinching his cheek. "First, you did amazingly well on your Physics exam and boosted your overall grade to the place where the university accepted you, and now you're an herbs and spices guru. Talk about an unexpected change." "Yeah," his sister Roxy said, sitting across from him, and trying to keep the suspicion out of her voice. "Unexpected is right." "Now Roxy, be nice," their mom chided. "You should be happy for your little brother, he'll be going to university with you." "As long as she pulls her grades up," grunted dad, pausing in eating to waggle his fork in her general direction. "You promised us you'd keep your grades up and we'd let you live here rent-free as a result, Rox. We're living up to our end of the bargain, what's so difficult about yours?" "Maybe I should study more and party less," she grumbled, scowling at her food. She hated to admit it, but her mom was right, the spices were great. Where had the little trouser-snake bought them? "Ya' know, open my mind more and my legs less?" "Dear!" Dhallyla gasped, looking at her daughter in shock. "Nobody said you were behaving licentiously! There's no need to use language like that!" "Sorry," the dark-haired girl sighed, putting down her fork. "Just been on edge lately. Seems to have been The Mark Show around here recently,

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We've all learned this the hard way—just because you know what you want to do and how to do it, doesn't mean you will. It's hard to get and stay motivated, especially when it comes to working on your weaknesses. Most of us do better with someone alongside us, pushing us. It's invaluable. It's also irritating. Is there a perfect mix of the two? If so, what does it look like? What's the difference between someone pushing you and just pushing your buttons? If you're new with us, let us know how we can be praying for you, we invite you to fill out an online Connect Card by visiting https://southhillschurch.churchcenter.com/people/forms/91550—If you are looking for what is next for you, we invite you to fill out an online “Next Steps” card by visiting https://southhillschurch.churchcenter.com/people/forms/672517To give with us select the Give tab on the Church Center App or visit https://southhills.org/giving/ and select the Corona Fund or Corona BOW Fund—Visit our Linktree to find out more about everything mentioned in today's message or follow along with the message slides:https://linktr.ee/SouthHillsCorona —To RSVP for On-Campus Events select the Events tab on the Church Center App or visit https://southhills.org/corona/

Have you ever found yourself sparring with God in the dark?

Das schlimmste, was dir als Geschäftsführer, Führungskraft oder angehende Führungskraft passieren kann, ist eine brillante Lösung zu entwickeln – für das falsche Problem.Und doch ist es im Alltag sehr weit verbreitet.Jetzt gerade arbeiten tausende Ingenieure mit Enthusiasmus und voller Energie an den falschen Problemen.In dieser Folge zeige ich dir, wie du dieses Risiko vollständig vermeiden kannst.Show Notes:>> No Zero Days | Buch für Ingenieure: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠nozerodays.de⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠/buch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠>> Mentoring für Ingenieure: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠engineer-alliance.de⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠>> Crashkurs: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠engineer-alliance.de⁠/crashkurs⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠>> Tim Schmaddebeck auf LinkedIn: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Hier klicken⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠>> Buchempfehlungen: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠mentorwerk.de/buecher⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Stichworte zur Folge:Kidlin's Law, Problemdefinition, Klarheit schaffen, Leadership Fehler, falsches Problem lösen, strategisches Denken, Ingenieure Führung, Intrapreneurship, Führungskompetenzen, Denkfehler vermeiden, Ursachenanalyse, Symptom vs Ursache, Peter Drucker Zitat, richtige Fragen stellen, Entscheidungsqualität verbessern, Prioritäten setzen, Engpässe erkennen, Engineer Alliance, Problem Solving Skills, Führungskräfteentwicklung, Mentoring für Ingenieure, Sparring für Leader, Mitarbeitergespräche verbessern, Feedbackkultur aufbauen, Probleme schriftlich formulieren, Thinking Skills, Leadership Prinzipien, Problem als Frage formulieren, Strategisches Leadership, Klar denken statt schnell handeln, Kidlin's Law Leadership, Strategisches Management, strategisch arbeiten, Theory of Constraints

► Sales Gym: https://www.sales-gym.io  ► kostenloses Sparring mit Jiri: https://linkly.link/2GOIk  ► Kickscale Extended Free Version: https://2ly.link/1zdl4 Der IT- und Software Vertrieb hat sich radikal verändert – die alten Methoden bringen dich im Software und SaaS Sales nicht mehr ans Ziel. In dieser Episode erkläre ich (Jiri Siklar) dir, warum du vielleicht Monat für Monat deinen Zielen hinterherläufst, Kunden dich ghosten und sich Deals wie Kaugummi ziehen. Ich zeige dir, warum das so ist und wie du dich an die neue Realität anpasst, um zu den Top 1% der Seller zu gehören. Software Sales Formula: zur Software Sales Formula: https://www.softwaresalesformula.com kostenlosen Termin buchen: https://2ly.link/24kPi Timestamps: (00:00) – Intro: Warum die alten Sales-Methoden versagen (01:27) – Die neue, harte Realität im Software-Vertrieb (06:48) – Mein Weg: Wie ich das Sales-System für mich entschlüsselt habe (12:30) – Die 5 neuen Spielregeln für Sales-Champions (20:01) – Das Sales Gym: Dein Trainingsplan für die Top 1% (23:39) – So funktioniert das Training (und dein nächster Schritt) Infos: jiri@softwaresalesformula.com https://www.softwaresalesformula.com 

Es gibt diesen Moment, in dem Reden nicht mehr reicht. Der Traum bleibt, die Zweifel bleiben – und irgendwann triffst Du eine Entscheidung. Genau darüber spreche ich mit Anja: warum aus „Ich schreibe mal ein Buch“ jetzt ein Manuskript geworden ist. Was Mut für mich bedeutet. Und warum es keinen perfekten Zeitpunkt gibt. In dieser Folge erfährst Du: wie ein Kindheitstraum jahrelang leise mitläuft – und was mich jetzt ins Tun gebracht hat warum Gemeinschaft, Struktur und ehrliches Sparring den Unterschied machen was die Weltreise und eine Begegnung auf Hawaii in mir angestoßen haben wie ein Satz von ChatGPT zum Wendepunkt wurde weshalb Biografiearbeit so wertvoll ist, auch ohne ein Buch schreiben zu wollen warum Mut für mich heißt: Ich gehe mit meiner Angst los und weshalb mein Buch keine klassische Biografie ist, sondern ein Mutmacher, wie aus Krisen erste Schritte werden können. Am Ende bleibt die Erkenntnis: Klarheit entsteht beim Gehen. Der erste Schritt zählt. Viel Freude beim Lauschen – und beim Umsetzen. Wenn dir diese Episode genauso viel Freude bereitet hat wie uns, dann melde dich einfach bei Anja und mir. Wir freuen uns über Feedback und natürlich am meisten darüber, wenn du dich von uns angesprochen fühlst und wir dich auf deiner Reise zu dir selbst begleiten dürfen. Zur Vorbestellung des Buches und zu allen anderen Informationen dazu geht es hier entlang: https://www.lebensgeschichten-verlag.de/produkt/yvonne-simon-ich-machs-jetzt-einfach-i-lebensgeschichten-verlag/   Mehr zu mir und meiner Arbeit findest du hier: Yvonne-Simon.com LinkedIn FACEBOOK Mind in GmbH

In dieser Folge sprechen Manuel Kreutz und Dr. Babak Zeini über den wahren Engpass in der KI-Adaption – den Menschen. Nicht Technologie, sondern psychologische Faktoren wie Unsicherheit, Kontrollverlust und Angst vor Fehlern bremsen die Innovationskraft vieler Organisationen.Babak erklärt, wie das Modell der „Risikobänder“ (grün, gelb, rot) Orientierung schafft: Wo darf experimentiert werden, wo braucht es Sparring, und wo sind klare Grenzen nötig? Manuel zeigt, warum Führungskräfte gerade jetzt Sicherheit und Freiraum zugleich schaffen müssen – denn das größte Risiko bleibt das Nichtstun.Ein praxisnahes Gespräch über Mindset, Mut und psychologische Sicherheit als Treiber echter Innovation.Kapitel00:00 Einführung in die Welt der KI03:02 Die Herausforderungen der KI-Adaption05:57 Risiken und Chancen im Innovationsprozess08:40 Strategien zur Überwindung von Paralyse11:48 Experimentieren mit KI im Unternehmenskontext14:40 Risikomanagement und Entscheidungsfindung17:36 Die Rolle von Guidance und Struktur20:23 Zukunftsausblick und Fazit21:21 Risikoklassifizierung und KI-Entscheidungen25:45 Entscheidungsfindung und Risikomanagement29:18 Innovationskraft durch psychologische Sicherheit30:17 Mindset-Änderung für proaktives Handeln34:54 Zukunft der KI und Benutzeroberflächen Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In dieser Folge erwähnter Link: „Be a Leader!“ Coaching mit Verena Tschudi Viele Frauen stellen ihre Karriere hinten an, sobald Kinder da sind. Fione hat genau da gemerkt, dass sie sich selbst nicht aus dem Spiel nehmen möchte. Statt zu warten, hat sie gehandelt. In unserem Gespräch teilt Fione offen, wie sie mit zwei kleinen Kindern ihre beruflichen Ambitionen weiterverfolgt hat, welche inneren Hürden sie überwinden musste und wie sie durch das „Be a Leader!“ Coaching den Mut gefunden hat, große Schritte zu gehen.

"Zusammenarbeit" ist das Schlagwort für die Reedereien Krey aus Leer und Auerbach aus Hamburg bei der Modernisierung ihrer Flotten mit insgesamt 12 neuen MPP-Schiffen. Und die gemeinsame Reise könnte sogar noch weiter gehen. Die beiden Managing Partner Daniel Grensemann (Krey) und Lucius Bunk (Auerbach) sprechen im HANSA PODCAST exklusiv über die Hintergründe ihrer "Kooperative", Design-Besonderheiten der in China gemeinsam bestellten Schiffe, die Geschichte der F-Typen als Arbeitspferde der MPP-Flotten, potenzielle Schritte in andere Märkte und die Attraktivität der Branche für Investoren und den Kapitalmarkt. "Wir haben ganz bewusst entschieden, gemeinsam einen Auftrag zu platzieren, weil wir das Gefühl hatten, dass wir ein besseres Produkt bekommen, wenn wir unsere komplementären Stärken vereinen", sagt Bunk und geht auf diese Stärken ein. Ein Argument ist auch der größere Verhandlungsspielraum "im Sparring" bei der Werft. Grensemann zieht im Gespräch einen Vergleich zu früheren Zeiten. Krey und Auerbach seien etwas anders unterwegs als "die alte Garde". Zudem könne es definitiv noch weitergehen. Zum Einen durch die Zusammenarbeit mit weiteren Reedern – eine Hamburger Reederei ist bereits an Bord – und zum Anderen mit weiteren Schiffen: "Wir sind in der Tat auf der Suche nach dem nächsten Projekt für unsere Flotte", so der Leeraner Unternehmer, der auf Optionen und Hürden ebenso wie auf die Entwicklung der Reedereiflotte in den letzten Jahren eingeht. Darüber hinaus sprechen die beiden Manager über "die erfolgreichste MPP-Schiffsserie überhaupt", deren maßgebliche Entwicklung in Leer, darüber, warum 2 x 350 nicht zwingend 700 sein muss sowie die gemeinsame Vermarktung im Chartermarkt (und den Charterer der ersten Neubauten). Außerdem geht es um den Input von Reedereigründer Georg Krey, die jüngere Geschichte von Auerbach (Grensemann: "einfach hip"), Bunks Erfahrungen als Schiffsmakler für die Reederei Ernst Russ in China, die Chance auf Bau-Slots in China und Indien und "echten Mehrwert" durch Zusammenarbeit.

Lawrence Okolie sits down for an exclusive chat straight from Lagos, Nigeria, where he reflects on a surprising early spar with a young Moses Itauma — and reveals just how talented the heavyweight prodigy was, even at 15. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week we dive into Eimantas Stanionis' clash in Lithuania, the shocking state of the 147-pound division, and the wild rumors surrounding Jake Paul vs. Tank Davis — including Paul's work with Shakur Stevenson. We break down Tank's retirement talk, Floyd vs. Crawford sparring whispers, and why Joe Calzaghe was crowned Britain's greatest fighter. Plus, Xander Zayas signs with Bad Bunny and Crawford gets a hero's parade. Don't miss this one!

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Job-Kollaps: Berufe für immer verloren – was das für dich bedeutet und wie du jetzt gegensteuerst! Deutschland rutscht in eine spürbare Jobkrise, und zwar schneller als viele denken. Zwar reden manche weiter vom Fachkräftemangel, doch die Zahlen zeigen ein anderes Bild: weniger offene Stellen, mehr Unsicherheit und drastische Umbrüche. Weil KI, Rezession und Strukturwandel gleichzeitig wirken, brechen vor allem Routinetätigkeiten in Industrie, Standard-IT und Verwaltung weg – während neue Bedarfe erst langsam nachwachsen. Genau hier setzt unser Thema Job-Kollaps: Berufe für immer verloren an. Während klassische Aufgaben schrumpfen, entstehen Chancen in krisenfesten Bereichen: Gesundheit, Pflege, soziale Dienste, öffentlicher Sektor, KI-nahe Services sowie erneuerbare Energien. Deshalb lohnt sich ein gezielter Kurswechsel. Wer die eigene Erfahrung klug mit Zukunftsfeldern verbindet, gewinnt Tempo – und macht sich unabhängiger von Zyklus und Zufall. Statt abzuwarten brauchst du jetzt einen klaren, messbaren Plan. Analysiere ehrlich, welche Kernskills du mitbringst, und identifiziere systematisch die Lücken. Als Entwickler:in könntest du dich beispielsweise Richtung IT-Security oder Data Governance entwickeln; in Kombination mit Branchen wie Medizintechnik oder Energie entsteht ein besonders robuster Mix. So nutzt du dein bestehendes Know-how und positionierst dich dennoch für Wachstum. Upskilling darf nicht abstrakt bleiben, sondern muss sich rechnen. Starte deshalb mit praxisnahen Onlinekursen, Micro-Zertifikaten und internen Projekten, dokumentiere echte Use Cases mit KI-Tools und übersetze Ergebnisse in verwertbare Referenzen. Dadurch belegt dein Lebenslauf Wirkung statt Willen – und Recruiter erkennen auf einen Blick, warum du Mehrwert stiftest. Außerdem brauchst du Sichtbarkeit. Weil 70–80 % aller Jobs über Netzwerke vergeben werden, solltest du dein Umfeld reaktivieren: ehemalige Kolleg:innen, Kund:innen, Lieferanten und Mitstudierende. Parallel optimierst du LinkedIn, folgst Zielunternehmen, kommentierst fachlich, bittest um kurzes Sparring – und wandelst Gespräche konsequent in Chancen um. So beschleunigst du den Marktzugang, während andere noch zögern. Mein 3-Schritte-Plan für den Turnaround: Erstens Realitätscheck – bin ich kurz- oder mittelfristig betroffen, und wodurch genau? Zweitens Skill-Gap schließen – welche Zertifikate, Projekte und Deadlines bringen den größten Hebel? Drittens Marktzugang – Kontakte aktivieren, Referenzen zeigen, fokussiert wechseln. Im Ergebnis gilt: Job-Kollaps: Berufe für immer verloren ist kein Schicksal, sondern ein Weckruf, jetzt entschlossen zu handeln. Zum Schluss der Bewerbungs-Boost: Weil Interviews einer wiederkehrenden Logik folgen, trainierst du deine Antworten und belegst Aussagen mit Projekten. Dadurch erzählst du nicht nur eine starke Story, sondern erhöhst auch die Abschlusswahrscheinlichkeit – gerade dann, wenn der Markt rau ist.  

Cruiserweight puncher Pat Brown is back out for fight number four in the pro game this Saturday in Belfast and admits he wants rounds. 'The Bomber' talks his development under Jamie Moore, friendship with Heavyweight Dave Allen and aspirations to become World Champion. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Pamela Hull started training in martial arts in 2012 and earned her Black Belt in MMA in 2017. Mixed Martial Arts encompasses Muay Thai-full contact Sparring, Boxing, Kenpo, Jiu Jitsu, Chucks, Kamas, and Self Defense. 

Job wechseln? Stell dir zuerst diese Fragen!   Wenn du die Job wechseln Fragen klar beantwortest, wird dein Wechsel planbar statt chaotisch. Fühlst du dich im aktuellen Job leer, gestresst oder fehl am Platz? Viele springen aus der Not in den nächsten Job – und landen wieder unzufrieden. In dieser Folge zeige ich dir, wie du bevor du wechselst, mit ein paar klugen Fragen Klarheit gewinnst und deinen nächsten Schritt souverän planst.   Frage 1: Wohin willst du wirklich? Nicht nur „weg von“, sondern vor allem „hin zu“. Was ist dein ideales Zielbild? Welches Umfeld, welche Aufgabe, welcher Impact? Stell dir nicht nur den Sprung vor, sondern den Ort, an dem du landen willst. Die „burning platform“ kann Tempo machen – aber ohne Ziel kein Kurs.   Frage 2: Kannst du es erst ändern – statt gleich zu gehen? „Love it, change it or leave it“. Hast du mit Chef, Team oder HR gesprochen, Rahmenbedingungen verhandelt, Aufgaben geschärft? Ist deine aktuelle Phase vielleicht nur ein zeitlich begrenztes „Bootcamp“, das dich aufs nächste Level hebt? Wenn es ein Ende mit Datum gibt, lohnt sich Durchhalten. Wenn nicht – dann ist „leave it“ die richtige Entscheidung.   Frage 3: Was ist dein Stärkenmuster – und welche drei Routen passen dazu? Schau nicht nur auf deinen CV, sondern auf dein ganzes Leben: Wobei fragen dich andere um Rat? Wobei erzielst du überdurchschnittliche Ergebnisse? Aus diesem Muster leitest du drei konkrete Routen ab (z. B. gleicher Job in anderem Umfeld, ähnlicher Job in neuer Branche, neuer Job in bekannter Branche). So erhöhst du Trefferquote und Passung.   Nutze Branchen-Know-how, statt bei null zu starten. Der schwierigste Move ist „neuer Job in neuer Branche“. Leichter ist: Rolle wechseln, Branche behalten – oder umgekehrt. Beispiel: OP-Pflege in den medizinischen Vertrieb wechseln. Du nutzt dein tiefes Kundenverständnis, bleibst deiner Mission treu – gewinnst aber neue Entwicklungschancen.   Ohne Netzwerk geht wenig – mit Netzwerk geht fast alles. Rund 85 % der Jobs entstehen über Kontakte. Geh deine WhatsApp-Liste durch, sprich mit früheren Kollegen, Kunden, Lieferanten. Teile deine drei Routen statt nur „Ich suche was Neues“. So können andere gezielt mitdenken und Türen öffnen. Wenn du die Job wechseln Fragen für dich geklärt hast, wird Networking sofort konkreter.   Timing ist Strategie. Ein gelungener Wechsel ist selten eine Hauruck-Aktion. Plane in Monaten, nicht in Tagen. So kannst du testen, Gespräche führen, Angebote vergleichen und mit Ruhe entscheiden. Mehrere Wechsel sind heute normal – umso wichtiger, dass jeder Schritt deinen Marktwert erhöht. Beantworte dafür die Job wechseln Fragen ehrlich – dann wird aus Bauchgefühl ein Plan.   Mein Angebot an dich: Im Kursmodul Karriere-Neustart zeige ich dir Schritt für Schritt, wie du deine Routen systematisch herleitest – von Stärkenanalyse bis Networking-Plan. Und weil du für deinen nächsten Move einen starken CV brauchst: In der nächsten Folge zeige ich dir, wie du deinen Lebenslauf in eine echte Verkaufsunterlage verwandelst.   Wenn du jetzt spürst: „Es ist Zeit“, dann nimm dir heute 30 Minuten und beantworte die drei Fragen. Und wenn du Sparring willst: Buche dir ein Strategiegespräch – ich helfe dir, den nächsten Schritt messerscharf zu planen.  

Terence Crawford vs. Canelo AlvarezIn this deep-dive discussion, Teddy & Teddy cover every angle of the potential mega-fight between Crawford and Canelo. From sparring partner selection & talk to selected officials who could play a role on fight night, to a detailed look at both fighters' resumes, styles, and legacies—nothing is left off the table. Tune in as we analyze strengths, weaknesses, and the intangibles that could decide who comes out on top.Thanks for being with us. The best way to support is to subscribe, share the episode and check out our sponsor: https://athleticgreens.com/atlas SUBSCRIBE TO OUR WEEKLY NEWSLETTER HERE:https://newsletter.teddyatlas.comTimestamps:00:00 - Intro05:50 - Canelo vs Crawford 16:00 - Officials Announced 29:15 - Comparing Resumes43:30 - Dream Super FightsTEDDY'S AUDIOBOOKAmazon/Audible: https://amzn.to/32104DRiTunes/Apple: https://apple.co/32y813rTHE FIGHT T-SHIRTShttps://teddyatlas.comTEDDY'S SOCIAL MEDIATwitter - http://twitter.com/teddyatlasrealInstagram - http://instagram.com/teddy_atlasTikTok - https://twitter.com/Teddy_Atlas_RealTHE FIGHT WITH TEDDY ATLAS SOCIAL MEDIAInstagram - http://instagram.com/thefightWTATwitter - http://twitter.com/thefightwtaFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/TheFightwithTeddyAtlasThanks for tuning in. Please be sure to subscribe! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Terence Crawford vs. Canelo AlvarezIn this deep-dive discussion, Teddy & Teddy cover every angle of the potential mega-fight between Crawford and Canelo. From sparring partner selection & talk to selected officials who could play a role on fight night, to a detailed look at both fighters' resumes, styles, and legacies—nothing is left off the table. Tune in as we analyze strengths, weaknesses, and the intangibles that could decide who comes out on top.Thanks for being with us. The best way to support is to subscribe, share the episode and check out our sponsor: https://athleticgreens.com/atlas SUBSCRIBE TO OUR WEEKLY NEWSLETTER HERE:https://newsletter.teddyatlas.comTimestamps:00:00 - Intro05:50 - Canelo vs Crawford 16:00 - Officials Announced 29:15 - Comparing Resumes43:30 - Dream Super FightsTEDDY'S AUDIOBOOKAmazon/Audible: https://amzn.to/32104DRiTunes/Apple: https://apple.co/32y813rTHE FIGHT T-SHIRTShttps://teddyatlas.comTEDDY'S SOCIAL MEDIATwitter - http://twitter.com/teddyatlasrealInstagram - http://instagram.com/teddy_atlasTikTok - https://twitter.com/Teddy_Atlas_RealTHE FIGHT WITH TEDDY ATLAS SOCIAL MEDIAInstagram - http://instagram.com/thefightWTATwitter - http://twitter.com/thefightwtaFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/TheFightwithTeddyAtlasThanks for tuning in. Please be sure to subscribe! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this special Labor Day episode of I.E In Friends, we hit the boxing gym with professional coach Eric Garcia to break down one of the biggest fights of the year: Canelo Alvarez vs Terence Crawford.

Mentoring ist kein Statussymbol, sondern Entscheidungs-Infrastruktur. Du lernst, wie du Sparring so konstruierst, dass es Latenz reduziert, tote Winkel sichtbar macht und echte Skin-in-the-Game-Impulse setzt – statt netter Gespräche ohne Wirkung. Dirk erklärt die Praxis: Jour-fixe-Taktung, Red-Team-Fragen, Pre-Mortem, „Two-Way-Door“-Entscheidungen und warum der beste Sparringspartner oft nicht aus deiner Branche kommt. So entsteht ein System, das dauerhaft bessere Entscheidungen produziert.

In this episode, we start with the main topic of the weekend, which is Canelo Alvarez posting an image with himself and Jaron "Boots" Ennis. What does this mean for his upcoming fight with Terence Crawford?Also, we give thoughts on the MVP's doubleheader in Orlando, Florida, on Friday and Saturday night, which was a lot of fun, and saw some upsets. Timestamps0:00 Canelo sparring Boots Ennis7:10 Yankiel Rivera-Angelino Cordova12:12 Abass Baraou beats Yoenis Tellez18:15 Lucas Bahdi23:37 Jamaine Ortiz, Stephanie Han, Jocelyn Camarillo, Jasmine Artiga26:13 Jan Paul Rivera stops Daniel Bailey28:55 Jahmal Harvey's pro debut32:22 Alex Rios upsets Tayre Jones34:08 Corey Marksman, homegrown contender?37:10 Yoelvis Gomez38:50 Pedro Conceicao, Carlos De Leon Sebastian Juarez 39:20 Skye Nicolson 42:50 Jack Rafferty-Mark Chamberlain 45:30 Murat Gassiev defeated Jeremiah Milton47:50 Albert Bell fights Keith Hunter50:05 Luis Ortiz returns in Texas51:50 Sadam Ali, and Richard Commey

SUMMARY In this episode, Andrew Adams and Victor Guarino delve into the nuances of martial arts etiquette, exploring its cultural significance and practical applications. They discuss various aspects of etiquette, including the importance of bowing, the practice of cleaning the dojo, and the expectations surrounding sparring and testing. The conversation highlights how these traditions foster respect, discipline, and a sense of community within martial arts training. TAKEAWAYS Etiquette in martial arts is rooted in cultural traditions. Bowing serves as a sign of respect and acknowledgment. Cleaning the dojo is a way to take ownership and reflect on training. Sparring etiquette emphasizes safety and mutual respect among students. Students should feel empowered to ask questions and seek knowledge. Testing should be a personal decision based on readiness, not instructor pressure. Cultural differences influence how etiquette is perceived and practiced. Mindful cleaning can be a meditative practice for martial artists. Communication and non-verbal cues are essential in a dojo setting. This episode is sponsored by Martialytics. Spend less time running your martial arts business and more time doing the martial arts parts of your business! Martialytics provides easy to use and versatile tools for well-established school as well as ones just starting out. If you sign up through us, they will DOUBLE your free trial to 60 days! Check out more at www.whistlekickmartialartsradio.com/partners

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Welcome to The Eagles View!This is where you can listen to the students of Emerson School in Ann Arbor, Michigan soar.  Join CC, Ruby and Viviana as they host this amazing summer episode. This week we bring you Away From the Nest: Italy, Ice Cream, Karate and as always "The Joke of the Week".Thank you for listening to The Eagles View.  If you enjoyed this episode please consider subscribing to us on your favorite podcast channel.You can also leave a comment sharing what you liked about the show or just to say hi.Any feedback helps us continue to bring you the best podcast you listen to…The Eagle's View!When you follow us not only will you hear new episodes of The Eagle's View every Wednesday but also…The Eagle's View Presents will return this fall for Season Three!New episodes of The Eagle's View will be every week this school year, and even in the summer!"Be sure to check out our new merchandise on The Emerson School Store website below.⁠https://apparelnow.com/emerson-school-store-apparel/⁠Follow on social media too!⁠https://www.facebook.com/theemersonschool/⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/emersonschool/

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In this episode of the Pu'u Muay Thai Podcast, Jonathan Puu breaks down the gloves you should NEVER use for sparring—and why they're putting you and your training partners at risk. From low-density foam to dangerous plastic reinforcements, we go deep on what makes a glove good or garbage.Jonathan shares his professional experience as a fighter, coach of national champions, and ring official for thousands of fights. You'll also get recommendations for trusted brands like Top King, Fairtex, Twins Special, Windy, Combat Corner, Yuth, and Ghost Brand.

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#264 Async Work | In this episode, Dave is joined by Ashley Faus, Director of Lifecycle Marketing at Atlassian, and Dr. Molly Sands, Head of the Teamwork Lab at Atlassian. Ashley brings deep experience in cross-functional B2B marketing leadership, while Molly leads a team of behavioral scientists designing better ways for teams to collaborate. Together, they unpack how Atlassian has rethought marketing org structure, internal comms, and meetings to drive higher output with fewer syncs.Dave, Ashley, and Molly cover:The framework Atlassian uses to reduce meetings and communicate asynchronously (including how to structure updates that actually get read)How to balance transparency with clarity and avoid information overload across Slack, Loom, and ConfluenceTactical ways to structure team rituals, recurring meetings, and brainstorms to focus on output, not performative busyworkYou'll walk away knowing how to run a leaner, more effective marketing team (without drowning in Slack and Zoom).Timestamps(00:00) - – Intro (03:34) - – Why marketers showed up live: too many meetings, too little output (06:34) - – Meet the guests: Ashley Faus and Dr. Molly Sands from Atlassian (09:04) - – What “Team Anywhere” means at Atlassian (11:04) - – The difference between information sharing and real connection (13:34) - – Why marketing updates often fall flat internally (15:34) - – How to communicate clearly inside the org (and get your message read) (19:04) - – Structuring updates: topic, who it's for, action, context (22:04) - – When you need a meeting vs. when async works better (26:04) - – “Sparring” meetings: real-time collaboration between equals (28:34) - – What actually builds team connection (hint: not team happy hours) (32:50) - – Async tools Atlassian uses across marketing (35:20) - – Getting quiet team members to contribute in meetings (37:50) - – How Atlassian runs recurring team rituals without wasting time (41:50) - – Cross-functional alignment: structure, scorecards, and shared goals (44:50) - – Best practices for async tools like Loom and Confluence (47:50) - – Do brainstorming meetings even work? Here's when they do. (50:50) - – What to share with non-marketers (and what to skip) (53:50) - – Why creating focus is the most underrated leadership skill (55:50) - – Final takeaways from Ashley and Molly Send guest pitches and ideas to hi@exitfive.comJoin the Exit Five Newsletter here: https://www.exitfive.com/newsletterCheck out the Exit Five job board: https://jobs.exitfive.com/Become an Exit Five member: https://community.exitfive.com/checkout/exit-five-membership***Today's episode is brought to you by Zuddl.We're halfway through 2025, and one thing's clear: events continue to be one of the highest performing marketing channels. Niche meetups, conferences, curated dinners, networking - you name it. Everyone's leaning in.Events are a core part of our playbook this year at Exit Five. So far, we've hosted two virtual sessions each month, one large virtual event, one in-person meetup, and we're deep in the weeds planning our Drive conference coming back to Vermont this September.Zuddl helps us run a smarter event strategy - from driving registrations, managing invites, automating comms, reminders, analytics, tracking. Their Salesforce integration also makes it simple to report on pipeline and revenue from events without pulling in ops.On top of that, the differentiator with Zuddl is how their team is insanely good at supporting us. They always go above and beyond for us - and that's how we've been able to keep the momentum going with 12+ events already this year, with plenty more to come.If events are part of your marketing strategy, you need to look at Zuddl to see how companies like Zillow, CrowdStrike, and Iterable are using the top event platform for Business events in 2025. Head over to zuddl.com/exitfive to learn more. 

Disney Cruise Hero: How Long Could You Tread Water to Save Your Child?What would you do if your kid fell four stories from a cruise ship? In this episode, Jason and the crew talk about a father's heroic rescue that put every parent's worst nightmare to the test — and sparked a conversation about what it really means to stay prepared. From sparring with Daniel Cormier to staying fit enough for everyday life, they cover heart-pounding stories, practical fitness takeaways, and even a surprising debate about protein.0:00 Dad saves his 5-year-old daughter after she fell four stories from a cruise ship — a powerful reminder to stay physically and mentally ready.7:18 Who remembers THE POOP CRUISE? One of the most legendary cruise ship disasters ever.11:02 Can you keep your heart rate under control in a stressful moment? Sparring with Daniel Cormier and what it taught Jason.14:00 If you're winded just walking, there's a problem — here's why baseline fitness is non-negotiable.15:30 As you age, your appetite for risk changes. Is that a good thing?20:35 THIS factor spiked Jason's life insurance rates — what you should know.23:12 Jason is training with Daniel Cormier — what's on deck?26:33 Every ex-athlete has to find the things they actually enjoy to stay consistent.33:19 It's not a weight problem, it's a mental problem — reframing your fitness mindset.37:00 How close to failure should teenagers train? Guidance for young athletes.40:38 Mind-body connection and fun: what young athletes really need to thrive.45:55 Since when is eating protein political?50:00 You definitely don't want to swim in this kind of lake.Catch every new episode on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or YouTube — Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.Follow us on Instagram:⁠JK Podcast⁠⁠Jason⁠⁠Gabe⁠⁠MDV⁠⁠Dennis⁠⁠Train with us on the TRAIN HARD App⁠⁠Find your program⁠⁠Subscribe to our newsletter⁠

Today we are joined by the Legend Dolph Lundgren, an amazing actor and someone we all have looked up to since his early roles in the Rocky Films. We start off the pod talking about his time at MIT as a Chemical Engineer and start drafting Best Elements. We pivot to old hollywood stories and how Dolph started in the industry. We talk Sparring in Rocky films with Sylvester Stallone and end the ep with a toast of Dolph's new Vodka - Hard Cut. #chadandjt #goingdeepwithchadandjt Dolph's New Vodka Here: https://www.hardcutvodka.com/ We are live streaming a Fully unedited version of the pod on Twitch, if you want to chat with us while we're recording, follow here: https://www.twitch.tv/chadandjtgodeep Grab some dank merch here:https://shop.chadandjt.com/ Come see us on Tour! San Di is the next stop!Get your tix - http://www.chadandjt.com TEXT OR CALL the hotline with your issue or question: 323-418-2019(Start with where you're from and name for best possible advice) Check out the reddit for some dank convo: https://www.reddit.com/r/ChadGoesDeep/ Here is the Total Draft Standings: (s/o HandA on reddit)Chad: 11 wins JT: 13 wins Strider: 13 wins Chris Parr: 10 winsBrad Fuller: 1 win (The Ultimate Champ)Joe Marrese: 1 winKevin Fard: 0 wins Thanks to our Sponsors:Brotege: The Best Skincare products for bros. Visit https://www.brotege.com and use code deep at checkout!BILT REWARDS: Pay your rent with BILT and start earning points towards travel, fitness, restaurants and more! Go to https://www.joinbilt.com/godeep to get started today! PRODUCTION & EDITS BY: Jake Rohret

The Hidden Lightness with Jimmy Hinton – Violent riots in Los Angeles prompted deployment of the National Guard into escalating clashes between protesters and law enforcement. Sparring between federal and state leaders gave way to calm through action. While agitators endangered public safety, peaceful demonstrators retained their rights. Leadership charted a path balancing free speech protections with the need for public...

WMAL GUEST: ROSEANNE BARR (Legendary Comedian) on Her New Film and the Trump-Musk Fight WEBSITE: RoseanneIsAmerica.com SOCIAL MEDIA: X.com/TheRealRoseanne Where to find more about WMAL's morning show: Follow Podcasts on Apple, Audible and Spotify Follow WMAL's "O'Connor and Company" on X: @WMALDC, @LarryOConnor, @JGunlock, @PatricePinkfile, and @HeatherHunterDC Facebook: WMALDC and Larry O'Connor Instagram: WMALDC Website: WMAL.com/OConnor-Company Episode: Friday, June 6, 2025 / 8 AM HourSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In the 7 AM hour, Larry O’Connor and Patrice Onwuka discussed: WMAL GUEST: REAGAN REESE (White House Correspondent, The Daily Caller) on the Musk-Trump Fight EXCLUSIVE REPORT: White House Insiders Vent On Big Beautiful Breakup, Reveal Elon’s Final Straw Where to find more about WMAL's morning show: Follow Podcasts on Apple, Audible and Spotify Follow WMAL's "O'Connor and Company" on X: @WMALDC, @LarryOConnor, @JGunlock, @PatricePinkfile, and @HeatherHunterDC Facebook: WMALDC and Larry O'Connor Instagram: WMALDC Website: WMAL.com/OConnor-Company Episode: Friday, June 6, 2025 / 7 AM HourSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

If you chanced upon sparring mates going at it, you may come to the mistaken impression that these two are enemies who want each other's throats. But the truth is, a sparring mate is helpful tool to improve your craft. The Almighty endowed us with a very helpful sparring mate to help bring the best […]

If you chanced upon sparring mates going at it, you may come to the mistaken impression that these two are enemies who want each other's throats. But the truth is, a sparring mate is helpful tool to improve your craft. The Almighty endowed us with a very helpful sparring mate to help bring the best out of us. At first, blush, this force seems to promote the worst in us. Upon close examination, we learn how this ostensible enemy is actually exceedingly good.– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –DONATE to TORCH: Please consider supporting the podcasts by making a donation to help fund our Jewish outreach and educational efforts at https://www.torchweb.org/support.php. Thank you!– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –Email me with questions, comments, and feedback: rabbiwolbe@gmail.com– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –SUBSCRIBE to my Newsletterrabbiwolbe.com/newsletter– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –SUBSCRIBE to Rabbi Yaakov Wolbe's PodcastsThe Parsha PodcastThe Jewish History PodcastThe Mitzvah Podcast This Jewish LifeThe Ethics PodcastTORAH 101 ★ Support this podcast ★

Megyn Kelly is joined by Charlie Kirk, founder of Turning Point USA and host of The Charlie Kirk Show, to discuss the activist judge who is trying to stop the Trump administration's deportations of Venezuelan gang members, why district court judges have no jurisdiction to interfere, the Lawfare 2.0 strategy of the left to fight Trump, Stephen Miller shutting down an activist CNN host's attempt to "gotcha" him, the truth about the law the Trump administration is using for deportations, the bizarre way Mahmoud Khalil was able to obtain a green card so quickly, whether other interests in the Biden administration fast-tracked his application, the full backstory to his appearance as first guest on Gavin Newsom's podcast, how he saw an opportunity to expose Newsom's inauthenticity, why it could hurt Newsom's chances in a Democratic primary, his hypocrisy in talking moderation but governing as a radical, and more. Then Minna Svard, former NCAA athlete, joins to discuss her experience placing second against a man posing as a woman, how he robbed her of a national championship, the pressure she faced to stay quiet about the situation, and more.Kirk- https://thecharliekirkshow.com/podcasts/the-charlie-kirk-showSvärd- https://iconswomen.com/Ground News: Use the link https://groundnews.com/megyn  to get 40% off the Vantage subscription to see through mainstream media narratives.Home Title Lock: Sign up at https://www.hometitlelock.com/MegynKelly  and use promo code MEGYN250 for a FREE title history report AND access to your Personal Title Expert —a $250 value! Check out the Million Dollar TripleLock Protection details when you get there! Exclusions apply. For details visit https://www.hometitlelock.com/warranty Follow The Megyn Kelly Show on all social platforms:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/MegynKellyTwitter: http://Twitter.com/MegynKellyShowInstagram: http://Instagram.com/MegynKellyShowFacebook: http://Facebook.com/MegynKellyShow Find out more information at: https://www.devilmaycaremedia.com/megynkellyshow

Megyn Kelly is joined by National Security Advisor Michael Waltz to talk about the state of negotiations between Russia and Ukraine, how the Trump administration is responding to the crisis, the critiques from left and right over President Trump's rhetoric about Zelensky and the war, how we can get to a permanent peace, the backlash to Trump referring to Zelensky as a "dictator," why both Russia and Ukraine are incentivized to reach a deal now, the looming threat of China, the latest horrifying example of Hamas' despicable brutality, what Trump means about "taking over Gaza" and his negotiation tactics, and more. Then Karoline Leavitt, White House press secretary, joins to discuss her experience interning for the first Trump administration, how she came to support Trump back in 2016 while in college, her experience running for Congress, her role of a working mom with a newborn, the critiques of that lifestyle by some on the right, her sparring with the press in the briefing room and what they say behind the scenes, Trump is delivering on his campaign promises, how he's dealing with various global crises, what Trump is really like behind the scenes, the AP Oval Office ban, and more.Birch Gold: Text MK to 989898 and get your free info kit on goldFYSI: https://FYSI.com/Megyn or call 800-877-4000Home Title Lock: Go to https://www.hometitlelock.com and use promo code MEGYN25 to get 25% off your subscription AND a free title history report to ensure that you're not already a victim.Grand Canyon University: https://GCU.eduDailyLook: https://DailyLook.com to take your style quiz and use code MEGYN for 50% off your first order.Follow The Megyn Kelly Show on all social platforms:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/MegynKellyTwitter: http://Twitter.com/MegynKellyShowInstagram: http://Instagram.com/MegynKellyShowFacebook: http://Facebook.com/MegynKellyShow Find out more information at: https://www.devilmaycaremedia.com/megynkellyshow