“My ears had heard of you, but now my eyes have seen you.” (Job 42:5)
I was in an art show, sorta.
It was one year ago today that I slipped into septic shock.
My dad's mission wasn't what I once thought it to be.
“Live like your donor is watching.” That’s a phrase I’ve read/lip read countless times since my transplant. My donor added tomorrows to my life, and I don’t want to waste them. I hope they were watching the past few days. …
I spend every Tuesday and Thursday at a gym that is used exclusively by elderly, retired Olympic athletes (and me, the only young guy).
Finding kintsugi to be a lesson in positive body image.