This morning I let four strangers in my home. They went through my things, packed it in boxes, and put it on a truck. A hope and a prayer will meet everything my family owns in Ohio next week.
It was the morning of September 11, 2001. Someone was crying on the radio.
I used to fall asleep with the radio on, in those days. It was always tuned to some soft rock station and I usually fell asleep listening to Delilah. I never really paid attention to the show that was on when I woke up in the morning. I would just turn the radio off and get ready for work. But today was different, because someone was crying on the radio. [Read more...]
I’m quiet by nature. Probably too quiet, especially around people I don’t know. I observe. I watch. I assess. And most importantly, I listen, which is something that I don’t think people do enough of these days. When I speak, I want it to mean something. I never want to be known ‘that guy’ who shoots his mouth off without thinking. [Read more...]