Posts filed under: Personal

Personal

Stories about our lives past, present, and our hopes for the future.

The cold crisp air circulated by a slight breeze nips at exposed fingers and the face.  It’s not as bad as the other day though, where it was cold enough to engage the snot faucet...
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I can't think of a worse death than dying alone. ...
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We can push back the inevitable, fight for our independence, and not succumb to the easy excuses of age and senility....
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Raise your hands: how many people really look forward to family reunions. Ok, I see that one hand in the back. ...
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Cancer sucks. It seems way worse if it's a kid. Did you know September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month?...
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I think the worst thing is just the lack of motivation and energy. I've been fighting it for over a week now and finally getting to the point where I can get things done....
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Memento Mori- Remember you must die. How are you supposed to take that? Are you pointing the finger at someone else or looking in the mirror when you say it?...
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Suicide is all around us. It’s a growing issue. The past few years have been difficult on everyone and the isolation imposed on the world exacerbated it. ...
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I did my best to be social but it was just an extreme juxtaposition: contemplating the death of a friend in combat while surrounded by oblivious, joyful young scouts....
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I don't know what you've gone through, are going through, where you've been or what you've done. But, you don't know me either....
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There’s a time to change and that’s authentic you see, Because I’m sick and tired of just being “me.”...
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What do you believe in strongly enough to fight for? To DIE for?...
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It sounds like it could be a euphemism for something but that’s really what’s going on outside. The wind is pushing in the heat, it’s going to be a hot one today. Tonight though, the...
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Ritter turned four years old today. Happy birthday teammate....
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I don't want you to think like me. I want you to think like you. I'm not trying to convince you of anything. I'm just writing; it's like thinking aloud....
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