“When we get back on the bus, you need to come sit and talk with us,” implored Tyler, one of the two dozen high school band students on the New York City excursion.
“Yes!,” I agreed with a smile. “I have a story to share with you…”
The morning was crisp, the first we’d seen sunshine in what seemed an eternity. Disappointed with no snow on the ground but delighted with the rays, I added a skip to my step as I made my way to the basement of the hospital. Still painful, the bone infection in my scarred leg was healing — slowly but surely. Read the full story…
I love how author James Altucher describes himself in his Twitter profile, “For some reason, I’ve turned myself inside out and all my guts have spilled onto my blog. One day I’ll run out of stuff but not yet.” Read the full story…
I remember everything except the actual crash. Seconds afterward, my eyes shot open and my senses came to life. All except sight. I was blind.
Trying frantically to look around the car, I saw nothing. They say when you lose Read the full story…
Twenty simple seconds can wound someone beyond repair. As quickly and powerfully as you can communicate your undying love and admiration for another, you can cripple someone with harsh, hateful words.
I found myself on the receiving end Read the full story…
