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Personal

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

While I didn't initiate every fight, I certainly didn't back down once challenged. Whether he "threw the first punch" or I did, it didn't matter....
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I’m still hyper-alert yet simultaneously exhausted, back cold, chest burning from the heat of the lights. They abruptly extinguish, the HVAC system stops. There is no light or sound, only the unrelenting cold....
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There was an overwhelming sense of relief and peace as soon as I quit....
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That was a battle I wasn’t prepared to fight. How do you calmly & lovingly explain to your daddy that his body can no longer support his weight? How do you tell your daddy that...
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That’s a mighty fine sentiment I hear from your mouth but I fear you know little of what you’re talking about....
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By the end of the seven days, my dad decided to stop all cancer treatments & transition to home hospice. Exactly one week after my dad was admitted to the hospital, I cleared out his...
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My dad was delirious & continued to yell at the paramedics as they strapped him to the stretcher. When they passed through the last doorway, my dad caught hold of the door frame &...
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Caffeine is a drug and I’m addicted. Am I also addicted to violence?“I felt like I couldn’t stop even though I knew I was mad about nothing.”...
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I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest like the guy in Indiana Jones & The Temple of Doom....
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For the past two days we’ve observed a dead drop between two military aged males. One in a Nike hat and another in a brown shirt. Matthews made a log entry and looked back through...
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If you haven’t read any “Prison of the Mind” please start at the Beginning. I think it’s close to 2300. There always seems to be a fluctuation in the generators at this time of night....
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Joints ache and wind shrieks through the gaps in the old window as the man rocks in the chair. There’s a point in the arc where the rocker clicks forward on the rough sawn boards...
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I retrieved my food from the bear box, rolled up my sleeping bag, mat, net, and packed it all into my saddle bags and pack. This white Harley Davidson was my escape, a chance to...
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His eyes cut like knives and though I can’t see the guards’ reactions, their hasty exit speaks to Veni’s authority....
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On the way to somewhere, I found myself along the road. Did I find myself or the path? Don’t sprint to the destination. When you get there, you’ll find somewhere else you need to be....
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