My Stories
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The Pilot Who Came Home
This story is shared in honor of Captain Ellis Spear Middleton II and his daughter, Hart Asbury, whose memory keeps his story alive. I met her on a walking track. It was just another morning—people circling, getting their steps in, doing what we all try to do… stay healthy a little longer. She was walking…
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Inside the Drinker’s Mind: A Q&A with Artificial Intelligence
Q: Please introduce yourself.A: I’m not a person sitting across from you — I’m an AI, built to talk, listen, and make sense of questions humans throw my way. I don’t drink, I don’t have a liver, and I don’t carry around cravings at 6 p.m. the way people do. But what I do have…
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The Last Time
One time, when I pass, the hours before, while still alive and living this wonderful life, I wonder about my lasts. The day I wake from sleep, that is to be my last day of life, unbeknownst to me, how many lasts, will I enjoy? The last time I pull my socks on, the last…
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MY OLD SIGNS
Holding on to the rails on a escalator Sporting significant cat hairs on my clothes Elevators feel like a carnival ride Driving slow everywhere I go Don’t park my truck as well anymore I like to clean I like to stay home and prepare our own fine dining New appreciation for animals Being more present…
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MY ACTIONS ARE MY WITNESS
I am the witness for or against my faith, based on the way I truly live my life. I can present an image or just about anything, but underneath it all is the truth. The way I live into my relationships today will be a witness for or against me. The words I choose to…
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THE CRUNCH
When I’m writing in my journal, sometimes I encounter a special event whereas my pen, as its gliding over the pages and a certain “crunch” is felt and heard. This will happen when my journal is aged, and the papers that are left to write on become crisp. I really enjoy this when it happens.…