Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I looked over at my father, pale and eyes closed on his bed, in the Intensive Care Unit in the local hospital. He had an oxygen mask up to his face and tubes running from his chest and arms to various machines beside him. I stared a long time at him before looking up at... Continue Reading →
Most of the guys sat in the back of the van. We were on a youth group trip to a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game. On the way to the game, two of the guys talked about ditching the adult chaperones and trying to get served beer. There were a few girls, but most of them... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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