It is that time of year again! Kids are thinking about school coming to a close for the year, summer break and where they might go for summer camp. We here at Assured Life Association are thinking those very same things. We can’t tell kids where to go for summer camp, but we sure can help get you there with an Assured Life Summer Camp Grant. So, if you are a benefit member, child or grandchild of a benefit member or you are being sponsored by one of Assured Life’s local chapters, you are eligible to apply for a summer camp grant. The deadline is May 15, 2017 so don’t delay. Act today.
Board of Directors Elect Tanya S. Unrein as It’s Chair
The Board of Directors of Assured Life Association, at its organizational meeting on March 17, 2017, elected Tanya S Unrein as its Chair. Ms. Unrein has the distinction of being the first woman to be elected to this position in the Society’s history.
Tanya S. Unrein of Eaton, Colorado, has been a member of the Assured Life Association Board of Directors since July 2004, and serves on the Executive Committee.
Unrein has over 15 years of experience in the life insurance industry. During that time, she worked for a stock life insurance company and Assured Life Association before going back to the medical field. Unrein was the Medical Underwriter for both companies, and has also held the positions of Manager in claims, new business, policy accounting, and customer service departments.
Unrein brings experience in corporate governance, finance, accounting, insurance, and fraternalism. She has a comprehensive understanding of life and health insurance products, insurance compliance, sales training, and accounting principles from her years working in the industry. Unrein has also demonstrated an active involvement in the fraternal affairs through her participation in local community service projects with Assured Life Association.
Unrein currently works as a Family Nurse Practitioner (FNP) and Clinical Supervisor for North Colorado Family Medicine, and volunteers for health fairs, sport physical clinics, and mentors FNP students.
National Member Food Drive is Officially On
This is our 9th annual national member food drive! All the statistics point to a need for such a program here in the United States where 1 in 8 people struggles with food insecurity; that’s 42,238,000 Americans, over 13,000,000 of which are children. Food insecurity means that, for at least some time or multiple times during the year, a person lacks the resources to get adequate food for an active, healthy life. This is an important cause for us and we need your help. Please get involved today. Find ways to help here…
It’s What We Scatter
I received this story via email some time ago and published it in the Life Assured magazine 5 years ago. I do not know the source to give credit, but it presents us with a life lesson worth taking another read.
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’
‘H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good’
‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?’
‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’
‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’
‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’
‘Would you like to take some home?’ asked Mr. Miller.
‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.’
‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’
‘All I got’s my prize marble here’ said the boy.
‘Is that right? Let me see it’, said Miller.
‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’
‘I can see that. Hmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.
‘Not zackley but almost.’
‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’. Mr. Miller told the boy.
‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.’
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.
Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt. We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.’
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The moral of the story: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. It’s not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!