Word: guts
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What makes this moment so gut-wrenching is the larger context. It’s a championship game—in particular, a collegiate one, and that carries a lot of baggage. In any such event, the fate of the entire universe rests in the balance—or at the very least it seems like it. You get at most four chances to win a championship. Your teammates are often your best friends. Your team can be eliminated in just one day after months of preparation. The resulting passion and high stakes are why I cover college sports...
...gut was telling me that’s what I wanted to do. This is what I love,” the Pforzheimer resident explains, her eyes sparkling...
...ease, confidence and efficiency with which Szuba plunged into his new life is hardly the norm, according to Sedlar and Miners. Even if people know their drivers and trust what their gut tells them to pursue, they're often concerned about other people's reactions. Sedlar describes an attorney, in practice for 30 years, who is gung ho on fly-fishing and, at 62, would like to commercially sell the rods he makes. "But how does he justify, in his head, 'I'm a highly successful lawyer, I've got all this recognition; what will people say?'" she says. "Somewhere...
...DIED. IRENE GUT OPDYKE, 81, Polish-born author whose 1999 memoir, In My Hands: Memories of a Holocaust Rescuer, told how she saved the lives of 12 Jews during World War II by becoming the mistress of a 70-year old German officer; in California. Opdyke-a devout Catholic-later said, "It was a small price to pay." In 1982 she was recognized by the Holocaust memorial in Israel as "Righteous Among the Nations," the highest honor awarded to non-Jews who risked their lives to save Jews...
...among starving children, their tiny frames scarred by mortar shrapnel. Young men, toting rifles and with dull-eyed infants strapped to their backs, ripped open their shirts to show me their wounds. An old man grabbed my hand and guided it over the contours of shrapnel buried in his gut. A teenage girl, no more than 15, whimpered at my feet, pawed at my legs and cried, "They've killed my husband. They've killed my mother, my father, my brother ?" But before she could finish, others were pushing her aside to sob out their own litanies of loss...