Pages tagged with True Stories

True lovers endure pain...Around the Internet I have noticed today... all gals and guys rush fast away... I exhort them to stay read this all may
We all have relationships with others in our lives. This article ponders on the basis of human relationships.
I have written about Rugby before. He is my hoodlum cat. Rugby is the cat that was sick at Christmas with a urinary tract infection that was very hard to cure. It took three different antibiotics and close to 300 dollars later for him to get better.
This is a true story of a rather disturbing event that happened to me at a grocery store. It might make you roll your eyes, but is a great example of mindless customer service and how some cashiers become zombie like in their actions.
True friendship This is for those who value being friendly courteous and kind Not FAKES you all now know WHO!!
It was a cloudy day. At noon I was walking alone, suddenly I heard fearful shouts of some children. I rushed to the source of the sound. It was the bank of a nearby pond. Four children were shouting loudly standing there
Lady tries to burn her ex-boyfriend house down by using coal and bacon.
This is a story based upon true events, about a street kid who found a talent. I will leave it up to the reader to decide the moral of the story, if there even is one.
Read about two experiences this writer experienced as a passenger in her family car as a youngster.
A great movie with lots of emotional moments which is based on historical truth.
Another verse, another rhyme, Just take your time.
An 18-year-old college freshman who was struck by a car as she was walking to class and seriously injured, and doctors thought she had little to no chance of surviving with her faculties intact. Then, a miracle happened...Read on.
Do you feel some one (a super power)helping you in need?Do you ever wonder to know about it ?
What do you do when you think you may perhaps be having a heart attack driving down the side of a mountain at 7500 feet of elevation without a cell phone and you're 15 minutes away from home? You go a little crazy and live to write about it . . .
In the final installment from my memoir I tie up all the loose threads and little mysteries which have been unanswered up till this time.
I travel down memory lane as I summarize how I've grown into my spiritual skin through the years learning to fly (as it were) from my baptist roots to the comfort zone where I now find myself.
As my husband receives his first promotion to manage his first motel, we begin our "Southwest Tour." Thus begins his reputation of fixing up one motel and its staff after another . . . leading us to our ultimate destination.
A lot of pieces begin to fall into place for me after I begin my online bromance with the big tall fella from El Paso named Lane who introduces me to the United Church of Christ. My spiritual side starts getting fed again . . . and so naturally my heart follows . . .
After I take my estranged wife back to Michigan from Arizona after our home sells, I find myself footloose for the first time in thirty years. I go through a prolonged period of re-adolescence reliving the missed years of gay life I should have lived during my college days. Uh-oh!
I finally come out of the closet both at work and within the vibrant gay communities in Tucson and Phoenix, and I begin exploring slowly at first what it means to be a sensual gay male.
As my wife and I seek outside advice about my "revelation" to her, we grapple with the issues: how to tell the kids, going on a European Cruise already paid for, and do we stay married? Ah, decisions, decisions???
I recall all of the thoughts, images, emotions, and events leading up to my strange back-handed, mishandled coming out on St. Patrick's Day 2005.
As my wife and I begin our retirement in Tucson, Arizona, I take a part-time job as a cowboy/actor on an old movie studio back lot which soon turns into the most fascinating work I've ever had. And more . . .
In today's concluding installment from Chapter 13, my 82 year old dad experiences a severe stroke right at the end of the school year which begins our "Summer from Hell" as Nancy and I rush off to his bedside.
I've recovered from my last round of back surgeries to become the new school librarian, yet my health continues to deteriorate to the point that I must teach from an electric wheelchair while my wife becomes totally disabled via Social Security Disability. And the band plays on.
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