If You Don’t Fight For Freedom You Give It Away Without Protest
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A member of ABATE suddenly stopped attending meetings.
After a few months, the Coordinator decided to visit him.
It was a chilly evening, and the Coordinator found
him at home alone, sitting by a blazing fire.
Guessing the reason for his visit, the brother welcomed
the Coordinator, and led him to a seat near the fire.
Quietly, they watched the dance of
the flames around the burning logs.
After a few minutes, the Coordinator took the fire tongs,
carefully picked up abrightly burning ember and
placed it to the side of the hearth, all alone.
Then he sat back in the chair, still silent.
The biker watched all of this in quiet contemplation.
As the one lone ember's flame flickered and diminished
there was a momentary glow and its fire was no more.
Soon, it was cold and dead.
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.
The Coordinator looked at his watch and chose this time to leave.
He stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember, and placed it back in the fire.
Immediately, it began to glow once more, with all the
light and warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the Coordinator reached the door, the
biker said,with a tear running down his cheek,
"Thank you so much for your fiery summons my Brother,
I'll see you at the next meeting."