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What Inspired Me to Leave it All Behind
A few months ago, I was working at an 8-5 job in an office. I would wake up, take my kids to school and hit the daily grind. I decided to join the legal industry because of all my past situations with my kids. I took a chance and some risks by just jumping in, but it paid off for the time being.
By Samantha Beach6 years ago in Families
My Proctor, My Mother
I was dating this guy and he was acting all kinds of shady, which was not like him. He had my state ID one day and I forgot to get it from him before he left or to ask him about where it was and he had just left . I was with my mom and so my mom drove to where he was going so that I could get it back. Later he called me and asked what was I doing around 1 am because he wanted to drive somewhere and talk. We drove out to Walmart after he got off work I guess so I wouldn't make a scene like a crazy person when he insulted my mom. Well, he asked me why my mom was following him like a crazy person. That pissed me off .He was mad because my mom drove where he was and he felt like she was following him so I asked him if he was doing something that he needed to be followed for and he said no .I was like why you gonna call her names when all she was doing was trying to get your attention so I can get my state ID? Which she did try to get his attention at that point Did she not trust him? No and she had never had a problem with him before so this was a first time kind of thing. I left and didn't want to talk to him because I was already not trusting him by the end of that night. My mom made jokes about following him saying if she was following him he wouldn't know it. And he wouldn't have.
By Amanda J Mollett6 years ago in Families
A Mom Beyond Compare!
In describing someone, it was once said that someone like that "rarely" came along............ Well, this story is about a gentle, kind and loving soul who DID come along. She was the jewel of my eye and the beating of my heart. She was a person who had a heart that was bigger that all of the 50 states combined. She was my first friend. She was my Mom.
By Maurice Bernier6 years ago in Families
Seven Stories, One Easel
I am awoken by what sounds like 100 bees flying right next to my ear, as well as an irritatingly painful scratching on my chest. I slowly open my eyes and I see my brother, Douglas kneeling next to me, with his face intensely focused on my torso. I push him away saying something along the lines of, “What the fuck Doug!?” He giggles in his notorious, feminine-like giggle that he only let out when he was somewhere between nervous and humored. I realize he has a full tattoo kit next to him, and a tattoo needle hovering an inch above my bare chest. I slap the needle from his hand and repeat the words I had just said. “Check it out” he says with the enthusiasm a child has as their parents open up their Christmas gift. I run to the bathroom and lift my shirt. I am beyond speechless as I realize there is a tattoo on my chest. A real one, real fucking ink on my real fucking chest. I examine in more and see the beauty it actually withholds. Douglas was never artistic! What is going on!? There is a sailboat pushing its way through rough waters. It is a simple drawn sailboat with just a few geometric shapes to create it. The boat has ‘DMW’ inscribed in it, my brothers initials. The flag on the top of the boat is purple, the color of the overdose awareness ribbon. Around the decal is a quote, “I cannot control the wind, I can only adjust my sails.” That was my brothers favorite quote, he learned it during his 250-day stint in rehab and preached about its hidden meanings for months. I turned to look at him to ask him how the hell he did this to me, but he was gone.
By Chris Williams6 years ago in Families
An Unforgotten Man
It was 1984. I asked my girlfriend to the movies, as were the case when people dated (no Instagram, no Facebook, no texts). We sat in the theatre, holding hands, deeply enthralled in the story, waiting for the climax. Does he win the girl? Will she stay with him? The heroine does not but then the song plays at the end. I watch it wanting the song to end because my eyes well up as some unforeseen force hits my chest causing me to rush out with my girlfriend. The words to that song still affect me, but for different reasons. My girlfriend and I grew closer as she thought of me as a more sensitive soul. I felt for the yearning of a movie fairy tale ending. My feelings were not attached to the heroine but to my hero.
By Tomas Alejandro6 years ago in Families
