Peter Oliver

The Bible says that the believer, the justified, doesn't live by natural mean; he has a secret power called "faith". The just live by faith. They make decisions by faith. They make decisions by faith. They do things that others do not quite understand because they live in a dimension beyond natural dimension; they live by faith.

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X-Ray Assistant

What does it do?

The X-Ray Assistant helps physicians create radiographic reports agile, versatile, and customizable. You can use templates based on anatomical images and voice recognition technology to make your report faster.

The technology stack used.

Programming Language

The software was built using Python as a programming language because it has high introspection. In computer programming, introspection is the ability to determine the type of an object at runtime. It is one of Python’s strengths. Everything in Python is an object and we can examine those objects. So we were able to build virtual human bones, organs as heart, and tissues.

Speech Recognition

To convert speech into text using an application programming interface (API) called Speech Recognition powered by Google’s AI technologies was used. The API is able to Transcribe your content in real-time or from stored files using advanced deep learning neural network algorithms for automatic speech recognition.

Framework

To build the graphical user interface (GUI) for allows users to interact with the X-Ray Assistant through graphical icons and audio indicator was used wxPython that is a cross-platform GUI toolkit for the Python programming language. It allows Python programmers to create programs with a robust, highly functional graphical user interface, simply and easily. It is implemented as a set of Python extension modules that wrap the GUI components of the popular wxWidgets cross-platform library, which is written in C++.

Like Python and wxWidgets, wxPython is Open Source, which means that it is free for anyone to use and the source code is available for anyone to look at and modify. Currently Supported platforms are Microsoft Windows, Mac OS X and macOS, and Linux or other Unix-like systems with GTK2 or GTK3 libraries. In most cases, the native widgets are used on each platform to provide a 100% native look and feel for the application.

About X-Ray Assistant first steps

The application was developed during my course of improvement in radiology and diagnostic imaging, because after a wide search for a versatile and free tool, I couldn't find, with the practical features that I had in mind, that at the same time integrate anatomy and reporting. So the idea for a virtual assistant was born in my mind and heart.

Acknowledgment

My sincere thanks to Robin Dunn for his work and disposition of this fantastic and intuitive cross-platform GUI toolkit for Python, Tim Roberts for their patience and readiness to answer my questions during the software development, and Dr. Hamza Mu for help publish the project.

In poem entitled When Nature Wants a Man, Angela Morgan expressed a great truth in support of the theory that adversity and temporary defeat are always evils that come for good.

When Nature wants to drill a man. And thrill a man. And skill a man. When Nature wants to mold a man to play the noblest part. When she yearns with all her heart to create so great and bold a man that all the world shall praise. Watch her method, watch her ways! How she ruthlessly perfects; whom she royally elects; how she hammers him and hurts him, and with mighty blows converts him. Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature understands. While his tortured heart is crying and he lifts beseeching hands! How she bends, but never breaks. When his good she undertakes. How she uses whom she chooses, and with every purpose fuses him. By every art induces him to try his splendor out.

Nature knows what she’s about. When Nature wants to take a man, and shake a man, and make a man. When Nature wants to make a man to do the Future’s will. When she tries with all her skill; and she yearns with all her soul. To create him large and whole. With what cunning she prepares him! How she goads and never spares him, How she whets him, and she frets him, and in poverty begets him. How she often disappoints, whom she sacredly anoints, with what wisdom she will hide him, Never minding what betide him though his genius sob with slighting and his pride may not forget! Bids him struggle harder yet. Makes him lonely; so that only; God’s high messages shall reach him, So that she may surely teach him; what the hierarchy planned, though he may not understand. Gives him passions to command, How remorselessly she spurs him with terrific ardor stirs him When she poignantly prefers him!. When Nature wants to name a man, and fame a man, and tame a man; When Nature wants to shame a man To do his heavenly best. When she tries the highest test, that she reckoning may bring.

When she wants a god or king! How she reins him and restrains him. So his body scarce contains him. While she fires him . And inspires him! Keeps him yearning, ever burning for a tantalizing goal. Lures and lacerates his soul. Sets a challenge for his spirit,. Draws it higher when he’s near itMakes a jungle, that he clear it. Makes a desert that he fear it And subdue it if he can So doth Nature make a man. Then, to test his spirit’s wrath. Hurls a mountain in his path. Puts a bitter choice before him. And relentlessly stands o’er him. “Climb, or perish!” so she says. Watch her purpose, watch her ways! Nature’s plan is wondrous kind. Could we understand her mind. Fools are they who call her blind. When his feet are torn and bleeding Yet his spirit mounts unheeding, all his higher powers speeding. Blazing newer paths and fine;When the force that is divine. Leaps to challenge every failure and his ardor still is sweet. And love and hope are burning in the presence of defeat. Lo, the crisis! Lo, the shout. That must call the leader out. When the people need salvation. Doth he come to lead the nation; then doth Nature show her plan. When the world has found. A MAN!

A ring of gold in the snout of a pig is a woman who is beautiful but without discretion. Proverbs 11:22.

A ring of gold in the snout of a pig. A metaphor of mismatched things. The matching of the gold ring and the pig is paired with the remainder of the proverb about a beautiful woman without discretion.  The pig could represent the beautiful woman who lacks good sense. However, in the structure of the metaphor, the gold ring may represent the woman, while the pig is the one wearing her—that is, her husband. Rather than having a wife who is his crown (Proverbs 12:4), he has an empty-headed wife who makes him look foolish. Either interpretation admonishes men to choose prudent wives.

A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.

Proverbs 12:4.

Crown to her husband.

The Hebrew phrase used here, referring to an excellent wife or a woman of character, is used to describe Ruth (Ruth 3:11), who fits many of the characteristics of the ideal wife described in this section. She was hard-working and took initiative, and she was praised in the gates (Ruth 4:11). Charm is deceit and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh shall be praised. Proverbs 31:30.

Woman who fears Yahweh shall be praised. More than her charm or beauty, the excellent wife is characterized by her fear of Yahweh. This pious attitude of obedience toward God is closely related to wisdom in Proverbs.

"The value of giving before trying to get

I am quite sure that no effort we can make on behalf of those who are in moments of difficulty occurs without some kind of adequate reward." Napoleon Hill.

Proverbs 10:23: it is like a sport for a fool to do wrong, 

wisdom for a person of understanding. 

"A sport for a fool" . the hebrew word used here, sechoq, indicates . the fool finds enjoyment in doing wrong. in contrast, the wise person finds pleasure in wisdom.

THE POWER OF PRAYER

- No," said the lawyer, "I will not make your accusation against this man; you can look for another lawyer to handle the case or else withdraw the accusation. It's up to you to decide.

- Do you think you won't get much out of the case?

- I know there is some money; and that money will be the result of the sale of the small house that he calls his home! But I don't want to take care of this case anyway.

- Are you afraid, huh?

- No, it's not that.

- Then I suppose the fellow has come to beg you not to go on.

- Yes, he did.

- And moved him?

- Yes, he did.

- By God! What have you done?

- I think I shed some tears.

- And the old man begged with determination, did he not?

- No, he didn't say a word to me.

- Well, may I then ask who he addressed in his presence?

- To God Almighty.

- Ah! You prayed, didn't you?

- You see, I found the little house very easily. I knocked on the door, which was open, but no one heard me; so I went into the little hall and saw, through the crack in the door, a well-arranged room, and on a bed, with a gray head on pillows, an old lady, who looked immensely like my mother, the last time I saw her in this world. Well, just as she was about to hit, I heard her say, "Come on, talk. I'm ready." On his knees beside him was an old man, gray-haired, even older than his wife, as I could judge. I no longer had the courage to hit. But he started. First he reminded him that they were God's submissive children, and whatever trial He imposed on them, they should not rebel against His will. No doubt, it would be very hard for them to be homeless in old age, especially the poor woman, so sick and defenseless. Ah! How different it would have been if at least one of the boys had been spared. Then his voice as if broken, and a white hand, coming out from under the covers, caressed his gray hair. But he went on, saying that nothing else would be as cruel as the loss of his three children - unless he and his wife had to separate. But, finally, he started comforting himself with the idea that the Lord well knew that it wasn't because of his or his wife's fault that they were now threatened to lose their dear home, which meant begging or the asylum, the place where God would free them from entering, if it was His will. Then he quoted a number of promises about the safety of those who put their trust in God. In fact, it was the most moving petition I have ever been given to hear. Finally, he asked God to bless all those in need of justice.

And the lawyer continued, with an even louder voice:

- And believe me, I'd rather go to the asylum myself tonight than stain my heart and my hands with such a cause.

- Are you afraid to make the old man's prayer unheard?

- By God, man! It can't be left unheard," said the lawyer. - I tell you, he submitted everything to God's will, but he declared that we could make our wishes known to God; I have never heard a prayer like that. You see, I was taught that in my childhood. Anyway, why did I have to hear those prayers? I'm sure I don't know. But I have to give up the case.

- I wish you wouldn't tell me any more about that old man's pleas," said the restless client.

- Why?

- Well, I'm only interested in the money that the case can give me; but I was educated in the teachings of the Bible and I don't want to contradict it either. I wish I hadn't heard a word about it, and again I will close my ears to such requests.

The lawyer smiled.

- My dear friend," he said, "you are still wrong once. This is for my ears and yours. It was God who so determined. My mother, I still remember, used to sing a song about the mysterious ways God chooses.

- My mother too," said the client loudly, as she kneaded the papers between her fingers. And she added: - You can go to that old man's house and tell him that the judicial complaint has been suspended.

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If the listener is shaken by the effects of a temporary defeat and finds it hard to forget it, I recommend reading one of Walter Malone's most beautiful poems, "Opportunity":

They do me wrong who say I come no more

When once I knock and fail to find you in;

For every day I stand outside your door,

And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win.

Wail not for precious chances passed away,

Weep not for golden ages on the wane!

Each night I burn the records of the day-

At sunrise every soul is born again!

Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,

To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;

My judgements seal the dead past with its dead,

But never bind a moment yet to come.

Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep;

I lend my arm to all who say "I Can!"

No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep,

But yet might rise and be again a man.

Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?

Dost reel from righteous Retribution's blow?

Then turn from blotted archives of the past,

And find the future's pages white as snow.

Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;

Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven;

Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell,

Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.