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Clues From Cash

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KnowBe4 Security Tips - Hovering over links
How can you tell if an email is safe? Even if you catch red flags in an email, such as typos or poor grammar, an urgent demeanor, or even a spoofed domain, how can you truly decipher the safety of an email?
An immediate step you can take is to watch out for one of the most critical tell-tale signs of a phishing email—a mismatched or fake URL.

Why is hovering important? What can it do for you?
Hovering not only allows you a moment to think before proceeding, it allows you the opportunity to see where a link is going to redirect you. This is especially important because not all links lead to where they appear, or insinuate they'll go.

When you hover, check for the following to ensure you're staying safe and secure:
If the email appears to be coming from a company, does the hover link match the website of the sender? Does link have a misspelling of a well-known website (Such as Micorsoft.com)? Does the link redirect to a …

Mom I can go to kindergarten, we just won’t tell Dad

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A few weeks ago, our little girl got on the school bus for her 1st day of Kindergarten just a few short weeks after her 5th birthday.Even before she was born my wife was harassing me about whether we would let her go to school at 5 or wait until she turned six.I don’t view myself as ultra-authoritarian but that was a topic that I wasn’t open to discussion about.She’d wait until she was 6.My stance wasn’t based on gaining an advantage in academics or athletics, but simply a protective stance to ensure that she would be mature and capable of standing on her own, particularly in her later school years.
 As she has grown older people ask her how old she is and what grade she is in school.Cylee is a little outspoken thing and pipes right up.At a mid-summer doctor’s appointment, she was asked by the nurse if she would be going to kindergarten?Cylee promptly responded with a “yes” while her mother politely informed them she’d be going to pre-K.There was a short argument that ensued amongst th…

Remembering

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Earlier this week I came walking into my office to find this amazing welcome sign.My sister Laura, with some help, had it made out of old barn siding – from a barn we use to play in as kids.It brought tears to my eyes. I was lucky enough to grow up on a farm south of Libertyville.My dad loved horses therefore we all had our ponies and would ride for hours over the hundreds of acres, checking cows and fences and playing all kinds of games.Dad was also a big believer that if you couldn’t ride bare back you didn’t know how to ride, and with that the first 16 years of my life I was riding bare back.
On a farm south and east of our house and about a mile through the pasture and down the pig trail was an old house and this old wood peg barn.My sisters and I played for hours in that old barn, making hay forts in the mow, swinging from the ropes on the pullies and stabling our ponies.I remember sleeping overnight in that old barn.We hosted Halloween parties, and once had to ride our horse over …