True Events

To Wash his Feet

In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets hummed with the rhythm of life's constant motion, there lived a stranger. She roamed...

The Most Familiar Place on Earth

I’m comfortably lost in the wilderness, not standing alone. My father and I have taken many of these trips as time has shown. The river...

Her Gift

In a quaint village, an artist without a name quietly wove her magic. She painted the world with colors of kindness and tended to the...

The Fortunate One

William sat alone in his study, the sunlight streaming through the window casting a warm glow across the room. His desk was cluttered...

Not Yet Forgotten

Under the sprawling canopy of an ancient oak tree, William sat, his heart heavy with the burden of a lifetime’s work. His hands, once...

If I Can Make it to Spring

My father's last words were If I can make it to spring, I'll be OK. February 4 was his last breath. He was a great and honorable man.

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