I give it to abuse…it’s a cruel demon; a highly sophisticated one. Fourteen years of physical and emotional abuse and I’m still finding new wounds. Since the age of six my life has been ruled by hate. I hated the way my dad treated my mom. I hated the way she stayed with him. I […]
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On Tuesday I had the opportunity to sit on a Q&A panel. The panel was organized for the local high school’s Senior Day on the Job. Obviously the idea was to inform all of our soon to be graduates what opportunities existed in their hometown. Needless to say I was stoked for this panel as […]
Read More Living on His success.
Flash back to Friday morning… I have just finished a meeting with a couple of coworkers. As I’m heading for the door I hear one of them call out. I am now looking behind me…trying to continue a meeting that has already ended. However, I’m still heading for the door. And then…SMACK. I walk straight […]
Read More Hospital and Lighthouse.
This morning I was scared to step through the church doors. Everyone looks at me with such hope. They always comment on my inspiration, energy, and joy. How do I walk through those doors with a tear stricken face? With DEFEAT clearly marked on my forehead? I didn’t want them to be exposed to rock-bottom […]
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Dear younger me, Look at you. So eager to walk across that gym floor and receive your Kindergarten diploma. I’m so proud of you. Six years old and ready to take on the world. I know you have some summer fun to get to, but first I want to tell you a couple of things. […]
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