[CS-FSLUG] Transitions (was: Wacky thought - Linux consulting)

[Eduardo Sanchez]

On Wednesday 07 April 2004 09:51, Stephen J. McCracken wrote:
[big snip]
 
> It sounds from these last two paragraphs that you are already in an
> antagonistic relationship with these people, and that NEVER... I
> repeat: 
> NEVER helps.  Rather than sitting back and berating the guy (BTW, does
> that show the love of Christ?) why don't you volunteer to help him out
> with his work.  In the process you can learn more about WinNT and his
> concerns and maybe have a chance to widen his horizons in teaching him
> some about Linux and Open Source.  In the process you might gain a
> friend rather than someone who starts to hate to see you if you are
> always berating what he does.
> 
> sjm
> 

On a sidenote, I don't think that one could conclude from Nathan's 
writings that he's on an antagonistic relationship with such people. I 
would take Nathan's email at its face value: an expresion of his 
genuine feelings. I think he's entitled to them and I also think it's 
just fair to share them with the List. We are his brothers and his 
friends and frequently we have held him in prayer. And I know how 
frustrating is being forced to deal with some proprietary software when 
perfectly good free alternatives do exist.

OTOH, Steven's advice is very good advice. I would not only endorse it 
myself to Nathan; I would also take heed of it because I know I need 
it.

May God bless you all,

Eduardo


-- 
Prof. Eduardo Sanchez
Asuncion, Paraguay, South America
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 THE TIGER
 
Tiger, tiger, burning bright	   What the hammer?  what the chain?
In the forest of the night,	   In what furnace was thy brain?
What immortal hand or eye	   What the anvil? what dread grasp
Could Frame thy fearful symmetry?  Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

In what distant deeps or skies	When the stars threw down their spears,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?	   And watered heaven with their tears,
On what wings dare he aspire?	   Did he smile his work to see?
What the hand dare seize the fire? Did he who made the lamb make thee?
 
And what shoulder and what art		Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?	In the forests of the night,
And, when thy heart began to beat,	What immortal hand or eye
What dread hand and what dread feet?	Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

	-- William Blake

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