This isn’t a story about what we did or where we went. This is a real-life story about friends — when they cared, how they helped in tangible ways, and what that meant. I went to a baseball game earlier in the month. If you don’t know me, you might...
Ten years ago I moved. From one small town to another. From a place I called home for 4 years to the place that is my home once again. Ten years ago I woke up in a dorm. It was my favorite one on campus and the building is no more. They knocked it down a year or so...
I laughed when he first walked up. Lunch was almost over and we figured he must not be working today. He was on his way out the door, but he sat down for a minute to catch us up on his family. It was a funny moment because he didn’t know we were coming and we...
I don’t really want to leave you with the sadness of the longest ride home, but it’s impossible to tell you everything that college meant to me in “five minutes”. And there were plenty of good things at home, lots of fun times were coming with...
We made it to Part Four…the final questions. I will expand on many of these thoughts in future posts. What do you wish someone knew automatically when meeting you for the first time? 1. I am an adult. I’m not a kid, though my body is small and my face...
If you missed the beginning of this story, read part one here. I can’t tell you everything that happened on the day of the short walk. I’ve lost many of the details, but I remember enough. I remember the way I felt…the excitement of taking my walker...