Eleven years, nine months, and twenty-three days ago doctors said I had twenty-four hours to live. I wasn’t listening because I was in a coma,
Henry David Thoreau said, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Walking down the street it would not appear to be true, most
Everything impacts everything. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, regardless of whether or not the outcome is visible, immediately or ever.
No one gets to live a life unscathed by sadness and pain. It can be tempting to look back upon the scars of life and
Doors… for some they represent opportunity, for others a barrier. They offer an invitation when opened, and rejection when closed. They invite curiosity, imagining what
Every day has the potential for greatness and promise. But despite our best efforts, some days are just not that good. I don’t mean horrible