Author: Paul

“Honey, you’ve got to call 911”. Those were the words my grandma said when I came to her room and she couldn’t get out of the bed. She was too sick. The room was spinning. She couldn’t stand. She needed to go. She felt like dying. Flash forward 7 minutes. She’s sitting up. Fixing her…

I’m not a ‘stuff’ guy. I could pretty much care less if anyone has the biggest, best, whatever whatever they have. All good. You want to spend your money on that and for a moment it makes you happy? Cool. I like to buy experiences. Things I can remember. Life is so, so short. We…

I once led a group of 20 or so six year old’s running across a huge field in their underwear. I was 6 or so myself. I was at church camp. I was on Team Orange. I was elected the captain of Team Orange by the other kids (probably because my mom was a counselor…

I had a house. A beautiful house. I loved the house. I lost the house. I had a job. A great job. It paid well. I loved it. I lost the job. I had a girl. She was almost my girl. I loved her. I lost the girl. I had a cat. The cat was…

I needed a job. I was down to $8 and a half a potato. I wrote a friend of mine, “should I eat the potato now or should I cut it in half and eat some today and some tomorrow?” He said eat the whole thing. And I did. It wasn’t supposed to be like…