Category: Humanity

To the victims of 9/11: I’m sorry

I honor the memory of the heroes and innocents who died ten years ago on September 11, 2001. I honor their bravery, their sacrifice, and their families and friends. Whether by chance or by...

Notes on fear

The note read, “If I die.” Nothing else. There was no last will and testament. There were no instructions. There was only a flower blossom picked from somewhere else. I was soaked with sweat...

Alarm

The roundest person in the entire gym was the firefighter who came to save our lives this morning. He was 350 pounds if he was an ounce. The sweaty struggle it must have been...

Those aren’t ants in my pants

It’s a little more than 17 miles of county roads–open fields, farm land, red barns, private air strips, luxury homes, views of the Blue Ridge mountains, moo cows, and lose-yourself hairpin turns–between Campbell’s covered...

Cracking the comments code

This may surprise you, but I know a little more about crack cocaine than the average 37-year-old guy who grew up in a semi-rural community in southwest Missouri. I know how it’s made, how...

Worth a thousand nightmares

The kid on his way to UVA barely existed–he’d been chopped in half at the waist and burned down to a crusty black skeleton. The man with the case of beer died about two...

The life cycle of a vomiter

Stage 1: The body’s will–Notable during the first several years of a child’s life, Stage 1 is exhibited by body and mind exhibiting no will as it relates to vomiting. What wants to come...

Remember today…

…the thousands of people who died on 9-11-01 and every one of their family and friends who carry a burden most of us cannot understand… …the fear, one so powerful it rolled in waves...

Burn this, sinners

If you are a good person–as most people believe themselves to be–there are things you don’t do. This goes beyond the Ten Commandments and the relatively commonsense approach to going through your days honoring...

We’re going nowhere

I heard a political speech this weekend. I transcribed the end of it from a recording. If you didn’t hear it, too, I’d suggest you take the time to read through this brief section....

The Dennis DeYoung Dilemma

I’m sitting at a poker table. Or a bar. Or at the gate waiting for a plane. It doesn’t matter, because I ask the same question in all of these places and more. “If...

I knew I should be afraid

I woke up this morning with an inescapable sense that I should be afraid. It was still dark out, which meant the monsters still hadn’t crawled back under my bed after a night of...