Tagged: Memories

A Ruck by the Perch River

 

 

 

Most of my adult life I haven’t owned a car.

That used to be more true than it is today.  Still, I almost never drive.  However, without intention, I wouldn’t walk very much either.

Which is a crime.

I’ve found walking to be the perfect antidote for the lethargic perils of the information age.

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Turning Points: Freedom to Seek a Higher Calling

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I can’t remember the day, but I remember the moment.

I took a deep breath, walked through the front door of the main office, and felt the warmth of freedom wash over me.  I was still lost in thought as I began to trek back to the warehouse where my work sat waiting to be completed by another man’s hands.  It was someone else’s problem now. Continue reading