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…
The scorching honesty with which Pastor Phil spoke yesterday was stimulating. He breathed life into a story he unearthed from his father’s 40 years’ worth of sermon notes. The story was entitled, “The danger of falling asleep in church,” and goes something like this… Read the full story…
The air smelled antiseptic. The walls were sterile white.
The room which had been so cold just moments earlier was now drowning in warmth as my emotions raced. The similarities were eerie. Read the full story…
