There are many days that stick out in our minds…first day of school, graduation day, wedding days and even the birth of a child, but I have 2 days that will always stick with me and will define me as a person and a christian. (more…)
It starts when I was 3. Little did I know ( and of course at that age what do you really remember?) my life, in my eyes, would change. Some say the change was for the best. I tend to disagree with some aspects of it. My biological father whom I only knew til I was three and my mother divorced. (more…)
When some one asks me about my life story I don’t sugar coat the details. I tell you this because #1 I have learn to forgive #2 Because it has always been important for my story to impact others. Its hard when you have something to say and you are too afraid to say it. Its starts at 11 years old. I grew up with a real older brother from my moms first marriage and two younger siblings a sister and a brother from my moms new marriage. My mother gave herself to the lord when I was younger . We always attended church . My step dad had never attended he was still on the other path of his choice. (more…)
This is a non-fiction story about situations I went through. It’s real & happened to me. God bless.
When I got back to the hotel, the night resumed as normal: drinking, watching movies, and talking. It was all very innocent, at least to me. Around 5 a.m. Matt began to get weird. I noticed them whispering to each other and then John went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. I got up to go in after him, but Matt came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. I froze, turned around, and said: “What are you doing?” Matt replied, “Oh, I asked John. He said it’s OK. We share everything.” I laughed in my mind and said, “Well, you’re not sharing me.” I walked over to the round table, shaking, tossed my room key down, grabbed whatever I could that was mine and practically ran down to my car. (more…)
My cousin was my best friend, the center of my univerce, everything to me.
She was born Febuary 4th 1998. While i was born May 18 1998. 4 months older but she looked 4 years younger. Ashley was born with cerebral palsy. So i was used to her many hospital visits. 9 years later on October 30 2007 my mom held a family meating. I was only 9 at the time. With no wy of making anything easyer for the family my mom announces “ashley died last night” i was devistated. (more…)
I have never known my father. My mother and my father divorced when I was a baby and my father signed away all rights he had to be a father to me. My mother remarried when I was 2 and she and my step-father have been happily married for over 25 years. It might seem that there was a “happy ending” in that I was raised in a 2 parent home by a great mother and step-father and I am not here to say otherwise. But the pain and more importantly, the confusion, of not knowing my father has been really hard. (more…)
We all have scars. And we all have scar stories. A fall. A fight. An accident. A surgery. They tell of antics and heroics, tragedies and near-misses, adventure, stupidity. These stories become more dramatic as time distances us from the pain of the moment; we almost relish retelling a good scar story by enhancing it with sound effects, emotion and animation.
There are, however, other scar stories. (more…)
