Speak What?

A coworker lavished the lyrics of a particular song and proceeded to play it. I felt my heart drop; sadness began to fill me. The song glorified choosing alcohol and drugs to self-medicate to make the world go away. One line asked, “Why did God hate him so much?” My...

Lighting the Path

I work in a hanger that has a long hallway. Overhead, the lights are motion sensitive. As I walked down the dark hallway one light would turn on, but ahead of that light it was still dark. I almost felt like a model on a runaway, if I hadn’t been dressed in mechanic...

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