I spent my time wisely spending two years of my life in Tennessee

My parents mailed my bike to me in Tennessee

Background, Context, and Assumptions
Wise can be economic

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1. I had a lot of good experience. Growing up with my closes brother being 8 years older than me, it was good for me to see what other people were like. 
2. Going on a mission forced me to grow up, and become who I am. I lived by myself. Ever few months I could start over with a new co-worker. 
3. You can find yourself better through hard work, and dedication to something better than through philosophy classes, or acting stupid with fellow vapid, ignorant teenagers. 
4. Before I went, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I went into the home of some engineers, that seemed to have a pretty good life. I was a "business" major before my mission, and changed to "mechanical engineering" after my mission. That decision has greatly impacted my life, and I quickly made back the money that was spent on that decision. I always felt that engineering was a real skill that the world needed, that made lives better. Business was just a bunch of gobbly goop that was just kissing up and kicking down, and playing the game of climbing the social ladder. Business was just being a used car salesman taking money from stupid people for stuff that they didn't really need. Sure, I guess engineers make the stupid stuff that people don't really need, but at least there is something noble in the making... instead of the art of being a middle man. I know this is some of the stupidest most self righteous stuff, and that there are lots of noble "businessmen" but the whole science of it seemed like something I did not want to study. Or course it is necessary. Countries will fail that don't understand economics. You have to understand psychology to know how to sell to people. There is something to being smart enough to trick people out of their money, but it doesn't seem like it was for me. Of course, I know this is stupid. There are good business people that really do give people things they need, in efficient ways.

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Besides just trying to come up with a list of reasons to agree or disagree, I am trying to promote an algorithm, that counts these reasons and gives each conclusion a score based on the number of reasons to agree compared to the number of reasons to disagree. Because each reason (or argument) that supports a conclusion will not be just as valid as the other arguments, I think an algorithm should be made that also judges REASONS or arguments based on the number of REASONS that agree or disagree with them... For instance if you were FDR you could have come up with reasons to join WWII. For instance "Germany is doing bad things". You could then come up with reasons to agree (or disagree) with this argument.

If, at each level better arguments get better scores, then at the top level, conclusions with better arguments will also get better scores. 

Below is my score, so far, for the above belief. The score is based on arguments that I have come up with so far. But I need your help. I can't brainstorm all the reasons to agree or disagree with an argument by myself. And the number of arguments that agree or disagree with a conclusion will affect the overall score.  

Score:

# of reasons to agree: +4

# of reasons to disagree: -0

# of reasons to agree with reasons to agree: +0

# of reasons to agree with reasons to disagree: -0

Total Idea Score: +4

Don't like the score? It is easy to change the score. Just post a reason to agree or disagree with the overall idea, or any of the reasons and the score will change.

For a full explanation of this project, please visit our  Google code website: https://code.google.com/p/ideastockexchange/

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This is going to be a place for me to dump stuff from my mission. As sort of an archive, so I can keep an electronic copy, and throw away a lot of my papers. 

I "walked" for 2 years, ever other week in Tennessee on my Mission, and put lots of miles on my Dr. Martins

We would go around to people's house, and we were asked to leave a spiritual thought... We would find stuff we liked. Here is a folded up piece of paper that I kept, and read in many people's homes:

Dee Groberg - "THE RACE"

“Quit! Give up! You’re beaten!” they shout at me, and plead. 
“There’s just too much against you now, this time you can’t succeed.”

And as I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, 
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. 
And hope refills my weakened will, as I recall that scene, 
For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.

They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race. 
Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. 
And fathers watched from off the side, each cheering for his son, 
And each boy hoped to show his dad, that he would be the one.

The whistle blew, and off they went, young hearts and hopes afire, 
To win and be the hero there was each young boy’s desire. 
And one boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, 
Was running near the head, and thought, “My dad will be so proud!”

But as he fell, his dad stood up, and showed his anxious face, 
Which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win the race.” 
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit, that’s all, 
And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, 
His mind went faster than his legs; he slipped and fell again!
He wished then he had quit before with only one disgrace. 
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

But in the laughing crowd he searched, and found his father’s face, 
that steady look that said again, “Get up and win the race!”
So up he jumped to try again, ten yards behind the last, 
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to move real fast.”

Exceeding everything he had he gained back eight or ten, 
But trying so to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye. 
“There is no sense in running more. Three strikes, I’m out, why try?”

The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away. 
So far behind, so error prone, a loser all the way.
“I’ve lost, so what’s the use,” he thought, “I’ll live with my disgrace.” 

But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up!” an echo sounded low, “Get up, and take your place. 
You were not meant for failure here, get up and win the race.”
“With borrowed will get up,” it said, “You have not lost at all. 
For winning is no more than this: to rise each time you fall.”

So up he rose to run once more, and with a new commit, 
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, 
Still he gave it all he had, and ran as though to win.

Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he’d rose again, 
Too far behind to hope to win he still ran to the end. 
They cheered the winning runner, as he crossed the line first place. 
Head high and proud and happy, no falling, no disgrace. 

But when the fallen youngster crossed the finish line last place, 
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last, with head bowed low, unproud, 
You would have thought he won the race to listen to the crowd.

And to his dad, he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.” 
“To me you won!” his father said, “You rose each time you fell.”

And when things seem dark and hard, and difficult to face, 
The memory of that little boy helps me to win my race. 
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all, 
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.

“Quit! Give up! You’re beaten!” they still shout in my face. 
But another voice within me says: “GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!”