Anarchist to Abolitionist:
A Bad Quaker's Journey
By: Ben Stone
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- Remember That Time?
- Making An Abolitionist
- Santa Clara County, California, September 1961
- Steinway Avenue, Campbell, California, Then To Coalinga!
- The Police State & Remember That Time I Sent Don a Surprise?
- Chevalier Drive & Remember That Time I Tried to Kill Kevin?
- The Death of The Hundred Acre Woods, And The Spark That Followed; & Remember That Time That Engineer Taught Me About Lift and Drag?
- Itching For Kentucky & The Little League Lesson
- Government School & The House on Beechy Creek
- It's Time I Talk About Shorty
- Doing What No One Else Wants To Do
- Our Last Kentucky Job
- Dad's Itch Sends Us Back To California
- Verticillium Wilt
- Along Came Fascism
- Kettelman City And Avenel
- Of Shepherds, Dime Store Cowboys, Bikers, And Wrist Pins
- Remember That Time I Was A Hobo?
- Dad's Dream Home; The Mojave, So Beautiful And So Angry; & Mojave High School
- The Transition
- They Started It!
- The Game Begins
- The Flow
- Remember That Time I Was Shot Through The Hand?
- Mom Was Done With The Ranch, & Times Change
- This Time It Wasn't My Fault
- A Grocery Bag Full Of Cash, & Never Blame Malice When Stupidity is On Duty
- Into The Bunk Hall, & The Bust
- Nobody's Fault But Mine
- A New Life, Death Valley Days, & Hearing The Music In The Noise
- The Ridgecrest Years
- Remember That Time I Broke That Big Dude's Nose?
- Remember That Time I Threw Away Any Hope of Franchising a Pizza Restaurant?
- Fiber Optics, There's Gold For The Taking! & Remember That Time That Crazy Lady Tried to Shoot Me?
- Hillbillies On The Road, Remember That Time I Worked For That Old Lady? & A Chance For A New Start in Reno
- Remember That Time A Truck Fell On My Head?
- Get Out Of Dodge
- Fighting IP And Promoting The Free Market
- The Homer Problem & The Zero Aggression Principle
- Fun With Cluster Headaches 2: Electric Boogaloo
- Activism And The Birth of The Bad Quaker & Remember That Time We Outran That Tornado?
- 2013, The Year Of Coincidences And Murder
- The So Called Liberty Movement
- Research, And An Evolving Philosophy; The Crossroad; Conclusion
- How Could It Be Done?
- Of Suicide And Afterlife
- A General Theory of Freedom, Tyranny, and Sin
- Some Thoughts On The Antichrist, or, Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds
- An Appalachian Tale
- A Story About Nothing, Final Thoughts, and Suggested Reading
If you had one chance to say something about yourself and the life you lived, what would it be? Was it worth living? Did it serve a purpose and did it have a meaning? Why did you live? Were you no different than a blade of grass, just filling the stomach of a cow, or did you accomplish something?
I have felt death's icy breath strike my face on several occasions, as I peered back into his black eyes. In my youth, I would laugh at him and mock him, challenging him to catch me if he could. But now he seems to be more like an old friend beckoning me to join him on a long awaited journey to a familiar place.
As I write this, I'm approaching the age of sixty years, and I have experienced a fulfilling and wonderful life. If I was informed that I would have to die today I would not mourn, nor would I feel cheated. I have lived a better life than most humans throughout time and even compared to other people that I have known. I have seen more things and experienced more enjoyment than most people could fathom. So if death came to me today, I would consider it a bargain because I have definitely gotten my money's worth out of this life.
However, the truth is that death is only one breath away from each and every one of us every day. You have no guarantee of seeing tomorrow; you don't even have a guarantee on your next heartbeat. When the time comes, most people don't get the chance to say anything. For most, death comes unexpectedly, even if it happens in old age. Maybe it’s best to figure out what you would say, then write it down somewhere or record it somehow. As for me, I have been granted such an opportunity and this is what I would say.
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