General James Earl Rudder, Class of 1932.
University President from 1952 until his death in 1970.
Now, you would think this is something:
Rudder was a U.S. Army Lieutenant Colonel during World War II,
Rudder led the 2nd Ranger Battalion in the D-Day assault,
scaling the 90-to-110-foot cliffs at Pointe du Hoc in Normandy under heavy fire.
The Tower Design: Completed in 1974,
11-story Rudder Tower stands 110 feet tall
to match
the height of the Normandy cliffs
scaled by his Rangers and Rudder.
The grass around the Memorial Student Center, is not walked upon.
It serves as a memory to the many Students who have served the Nation and made the ultimate sacrifice for their service.
Freedom is Not Free.
Psalm 4:1
A Psalm of David.
Answer me when I call,
O God
of my righteousness!
You have given me relief
when I was in distress.
Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!
When I was 17, I went off to college. And realized the first week, I could eat anything I wanted and no one was going to tell me about nutrition. And as I realized what freedom it was to be my own decision maker, occasionally, I'd have to stop and realize I was an adult and no one was going to stop me. My best memories are the realization over and over. FREEDOM.
Without being impolite to my parents, this was probably the dance in my mind:
John 8:36
So if the Son sets you free,
you will be free indeed.
One of my most rewarding moments was the first time I voted in an election. And by chance, it was the Presidential Election. During the summer, my mother had taken me with her famous employer (of 31 years) Ebby Halliday and we went to see President Ronald Reagan and VP George Bush. Ebby knew the Bush family because she and her husband had been best friends with the Grandfather, Senator Prescott Bush. We had to leave the speeches a little early, Ebby had an appointment, but the event was winding down. The car was parked in the back, and out we went. As we walked to the back, we were stopped about 40 feet away from the car because President Reagan and VP Bush were on the way out to their car. Ebby and George Bush waved hugely. And they went and then we went. My mother reported he had called Ebby and said he hadn't had time to visit that moment, but he was glad they had had time to exchange waves.
And later that year, I was voting.
I voted having done research and calling my mom because her office always had recommendations if anyone wanted the scoop. Then read the paper and the voting societies. As I voted, I was in awe I could vote. Me. An actual adult.
And that whole day, I felt such satisfaction. I Voted. I thought I had pleased the Lord because this former child had done something adult and done this well. And had been slightly nervous when approaching the voting Booth. Onward and upward.
The satisfaction of doing well.
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