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Have you ever had someone you know and trust show up randomly and tell you to drop everything you're doing and come with them? That was a very typical weeknight for me in college. So when my friend - I'll just call him Chris - came to my room and said, "don't ask any questions, …
"Well look who decided to show up. Only 25 minutes late this time." Joshua didn't even bother to respond. It was the third time in less than an hour that he'd been berated by someone. Even if he tried to explain, it wouldn't matter. The radiology tech had already made up his mind. Just like …
I’ve been fighting it for a long time. And not simply the problem itself, but the psychological aspect of it as well. I think about it too much. I worry, even though I know worrying won’t do any good. I find myself fearing the worst. How will this affect me? Despite being a generally positive …
A few years ago, I wanted to plan something special for my wife's birthday. She'd mentioned she would like to visit Charleston, South Carolina at some point, so, that's what I decided to do. My only issue was figuring out how I was going to finance a trip like that. Charleston isn't necessarily a "value" …
They sat nervously at the table, watching as the general manager of the restaurant made a b-line toward them. Glancing at each other, they knew what was about to happen. "Sir. Ma'am. I am very sorry, but I need to ask you to leave. We have had multiple complaints about your son, and some of …
So, I launched this thing eight days ago. So far, it's been a whole ton of fun. Here are some observations after running a blog for a week: First and foremost, thank you. The urge to check the site every 40 seconds is a little too strong for my liking The overwhelming sense that something …
I was sitting in a puddle. And I was sitting in a puddle in a corn field. I was sitting in a puddle in an Indiana corn field in the middle of winter with a parachute tied to my waist, I was missing a shoe and my glasses, and my pants were at my ankles. Oh, and I was bleeding.
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 This is Part 4 of a four-part series. Click above for the rest of the story. Awhile later we were able to make our way back to our room in the post-partum wing. The idea of being a dad hadn’t sunk in, and it …
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 This is Part 3 of a four-part series. Click above for the rest of the story. I will never remember exactly what she said, but it was something like this: this was a precipitous labor. Generally with breech babies, the docs will opt for …
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 This is Part 2 of a four-part series. Click above for the rest of the story. We arrived at the room no more than thirty seconds later, and as soon as we arrived, so did the others. First it was our L&D nurse. Then …
