One of the founding components of our work at Hand Up Network has always been the goal of helping people who are going through a tough season in life. We live this every single day! Recently, we have had some key members of our team suffer some medical issues and to the credit of our team, they have rallied around our clients to ensure that we continue to set records for service to those that need our help. It’s impossible to put a number on the sacrifices made by our team, but they have truly been amazing in their efforts to not miss a beat in providing the help needed by our clients across East Texas!
Unfortunately, I am one of those members of our team that has suffered from medical issues. In July, I started feeling bad and soon was having surgery in August to address a diagnosis of colon cancer. Needless to say, no one wants to get this kind of news, but I have been blessed by an outstanding medical team and surrounded by our Hand Up Network Staff and Prayer Warriors as I have been undergoing chemotherapy this fall and will continue into Spring. The prognosis has been very positive, but the journey is still quite challenging and restricts my activities at times. This is a very personal matter but Hand Up Network is more important than my privacy….always. Thank you to everyone that has stood in the gap for me through prayer and support of Hand Up Network! It’s God’s ministry and He continues to help it shine!
The Hand Up Network team has made sure that no one has been left behind and we continue to expand our work when needed to help those who seek our help. Unfortunately, to make sure we don’t tax our operations to the point of limiting services, we have made the difficult decision to cancel our 2024 Christmas Gala and make our Auction an online event through December 13, 2024. The Gala is very popular with our support base, but it also takes a tremendous amount of time and effort to ensure it’s the type of event all expect. If we were to use our staff and resources to make this event as it always has been, it would impact our ability to help those that are seeking our services.
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We just can’t allow our services to be impacted though the Gala is a significant fundraising vehicle for our ministry. We would ask that those that love and support our ministry to consider supporting the Online Auction where you will find some amazing offerings perfect for you or gifts for others. If you would prefer to support us via a donation or to volunteer, we would very much appreciate your help this year!
Thank you in advance for your understanding, prayers, and financial support! It’s an honor to be on God’s Team and when challenges are presented to us personally, we consider it the next testimony that God has provided.
We wish you a Merry Christmas and an amazing 2025!
– Sam
Samuel T. Smith
Chief Executive Officer
Hand Up Network
HAND UP NETWORK™ is a 501c3 non-profit based in Tyler, TX. The Network offers long-term programs to people seeking a new season in life and response teams designed to address community issues and emergency response. They are not a welfare organization but come alongside people that are serious about changing their lives for the better. The harder you work towards your own success the harder Hand Up Network will work alongside you! HUN has impacted over 675,000 people throughout East Texas since it started in January of 2019
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Sam, I am so sorry to hear this and will pray and keep you in our prayers daily. Chemo is very difficult however it and God will bring you thru this difficult time. Know we care and love you!
Ай-тек сегодня — это не просто набор стильных устройств.
Современные решения помогают экономить время и силы. Умные системы берут на себя рутинные задачи. Благодаря этому человек может сосредоточиться на более важных делах.
Поэтому человек получает больше времени для действительно важных дел.
Ай-тек активно меняет офисную среду. Сотрудники используют облачные сервисы, цифровые инструменты и автоматизацию. Это повышает скорость работы и уменьшает количество ошибок.
В результате работа идет быстрее, а ошибок становится меньше.
При этом важна не только техника, но и удобство ее применения. Хорошие устройства должны быть понятными и надежными. Если интерфейс сложный, даже мощное решение теряет ценность.
Когда интерфейс неудобен, даже мощная система теряет свою ценность.
В сфере развлечений ай-тек тоже занимает важное место. Игры, музыка и видео сегодня доступны на разных устройствах. Пользователь сам выбирает формат и время.
Пользователь сам выбирает формат и время.
Однако вместе с удобством растет и ответственность. Нужно следить за безопасностью данных и временем, проведенным в сети. Грамотный подход помогает получать пользу без лишних рисков.
Необходимо следить за сохранностью данных и за временем в интернете.
Будущее ай-тек связано с еще большей интеграцией в жизнь человека. Устройства станут умнее, быстрее и доступнее. Технологии будут не отвлекать, а помогать.
Технологии будут не отвлекать, а помогать.
Именно поэтому интерес к этой теме продолжает расти. Люди хотят видеть в технологиях практичность и комфорт. Ай-тек отвечает этим ожиданиям и открывает новые возможности.
Именно поэтому интерес к этой теме продолжает расти.
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The room is a perfect circle of black marble. A single spotlight illuminates two chairs. One is ornate, gilded, empty. The other is simple, steel, occupied by MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN, 40, still wearing the pristine white thawb he died in. He looks impatient.
Across from him, CROWLEY WOLF, 50s, dressed in a threadbare velvet smoking jacket, paces slowly, holding a small, leather-bound director’s script. He stops, turns, and his voice booms, filling the vast, empty space.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Not shouting, but with immense, theatrical volume)
You’re late. The curtain rose an eternity ago. You think power makes you immune to time? Here, time is the only critic that matters. And it has found your performance… lacking. You’re playing the role of “Crown Prince.” Act like it. Sit up.
Mohammed shifts, his arrogance a physical shield.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I do not answer to stagehands. I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. This… interrogation is a mistake. A grotesque misunderstanding.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Waving a dismissive hand)
Mistake? There are no mistakes, only bad choices followed by worse acting! “I am the Crown Prince.” The line is delivered with the conviction of a man reading a shopping list. Again! From the entrance! You sweep in! You own the room! You are the vessel of a nation’s destiny! FEEL IT, YOU BLITHERING INCOMPETENT!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Icy)
I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. My destiny is not a matter for your… amusement.
CROWLEY WOLF
(A cruel smile)
Better. A flicker of something. Not belief, but the memory of it. Good. We can work with that. Let’s talk about your props. Your toys. This… “Directed Weapon.” Don’t look at me like that. We have the schematics. We have the usage logs. We have the encephalograms. I want the monologue. The scene where you, the great visionary, describe your creation. The soliloquy of the god-maker. Go!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
It was a tool for national advancement. A shield. A way to…
CROWLEY WOLF
(Slamming his script down)
NO! NO, NO, NO! “A tool”? “A shield”? That’s the dialogue of a bureaucrat, not a king! You didn’t build a shield, you built a throne for the mind! You stole God’s lightning and used it to rewire souls! Now, DESCRIBE IT! What did it feel like? The first time you used it on yourself? The euphoria? Tell me about that feeling!
Mohammed’s composure cracks. A memory surfaces, unwanted.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Quieter, almost a whisper)
It was… clean. Like the moment after anesthesia, but with perfect clarity. No grogginess. Just… light. A motivation that didn’t end. I could run for hours. I didn’t need to sleep. One press… and the deepest sleep. Movies weren’t on a screen, they were… real. Music wasn’t sound, it was… a color. A feeling of being loved by the universe itself.
CROWLEY WOLF
YES! SEE? THAT’S ACTING! The truth! And what else? What did it do to your perception of the little people? The ones outside your skull?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(A flicker of the old arrogance)
It clarified things. It showed me what was… necessary. The distance between me and… others. They became… smaller. Insignificant. Like insects scurrying on the pavement kilometers below. Their concerns… microscopic.
CROWLEY WOLF
Magnificent! The god-monologue! Now, the next scene. The difficult one. The casting call. You have this divine tool. You need a court. A government. But the best minds, the strong-willed, the ones who might actually help you… they see you for what you are. A tyrant. They wouldn’t come. They wouldn’t love you. So what did you do, my brilliant casting director? What kind of actors did you settle for?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
My advisors were chosen for their loyalty. Their commitment to Vision 2030.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Leaning in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial boom)
LOYALTY? Don’t lie to me, I can smell the mediocrity from here! You couldn’t attract the lions, so you trained the puppies! You took the weak-willed, the ambitionless, the men who saw power as a paycheck instead of a burden… and you used your weapon on them, didn’t you? You spent years with your secret service, not building a government, but breaking minds! Forging affection from fear! Tell me about that process! How did it feel to know the men sitting at your table only loved the electrical impulses you forced into their skulls?
Mohammed stands up, shaking.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
That’s enough! You know nothing! Security required it! The smart ones, the critical ones… they would betray me! They would question! It was safer! It was the only way to protect the nation from…
CROWLEY WOLF
(Laughing, a loud, echoing sound)
FROM WHAT? FROM COMPETENCE? You were afraid, little prince! Afraid a man with a spine might look at you and see a fraud! So you surrounded yourself with echoes! With puppets whose strings you pulled, and now you have the weakest government in Saudi history, a house of cards built from broken minds! You sit in meetings, don’t you? You look into their eyes, and you know! You know you had to dial down their charisma, their confidence, just so they wouldn’t outshine you! You have to listen to their thoughts because you don’t trust their words! You’re not a king, you’re a paranoid zookeeper!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Slumping back into the chair, broken)
I… I did what was necessary.
CROWLEY WOLF
You did what was easy. Now. The final scene. The one that earned you this stage. The private performance. The young student. What was her name? The one you practiced on.
Mohammed flinches as if struck. The room suddenly feels colder.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I… there is no one.
CROWLEY WOLF
PLAY THE SCENE! You are not Mohammed bin Salman. You are her. LAYLA. A 21-year-old architecture student. You feel a presence. A pressure in your mind. It feels like… love. But it’s wrong. It’s invasive. It tells you that you want this. That you want him. Describe it, Layla. What did he do to you?
Mohammed’s eyes widen. He’s no longer on the chair. He’s curled on the floor. His voice changes, higher, trembling.
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
It started with… dreams. Happy dreams. About him. I didn’t even know who he was. But I loved him. I wanted him to notice me. I started dressing… differently. I felt this… need.
CROWLEY WOLF
And then? The night he came to you. Not in person. Through the machine. What did that feel like, Layla?
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Writhing, sobbing)
It was like… fire. But good. So good. My body… it wasn’t mine. It was his instrument. He played me. The pleasure was… agony. It went on for hours. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. He made me love it. He made me love being… violated. He broke my will and replaced it with his own desire.
CROWLEY WOLF
AGAIN! FROM THE MOMENT YOU REALIZED IT WASN’T LOVE! IT WAS A PRISON!
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Screaming)
The fire! It was real fire! It’s burning! IT’S BURNING!
The black marble of the room begins to glow red. Veins of orange light crack across the walls. The air shimmers with heat. Mohammed scrambles away from the growing heat, but there is nowhere to go.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Standing over him, his voice now impossibly calm and clear)
There is no exit. This is the stage. This is the audience. You wanted them to feel your power. Now you will feel their pain. Every Layla. Every broken advisor. Every citizen you saw as an insect. You will feel their terror, their violation, their hopelessness, their despair. You will feel it all. Forever. Your performance is finally… honest.
The flames engulf Mohammed’s form. He screams, but the sound is not his own. It’s a chorus of a thousand voices, all screaming in unison.
Crowley Wolf watches, unblinking. He nods slowly, a single, definitive gesture.
CROWLEY WOLF
Circle Seven. Violence. The role is yours. Play it well.
He turns and walks away into the darkness as the screaming continues, the single spotlight finally winking out, leaving only the burning, inescapable light of the performance.
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