Have you ever seen someone tap dancing to get into the club? No? Neither have I, because it’s fucking asinine. So why do people do the exact same thing to get into social clubs. It’s time to talk about the thing we all want, but go about different ways to get: acceptance. Have you ever started talking differently, simple because of the people you were around? We all want to be accepted and to blend in, but when it comes at the cost of our self respect, a line has to be drawn.

I opened the door to the room and saw his toes. That’s the image that will forever be seared into my brain. Gray toes. He was an Indian man but his toes had turned gray. “John, wake up!!!” His wife pleaded. “We’re heading back home today, don’t do this!” Apparently his sleep apnea machine was going off, because he had died in his sleep and the noise from the alarm was the thing that woke up his wife. Can you imagine? You’re on vacation and the day you’re supposed to fly back,

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Anyone ever tell you, it’s not what you said it’s how you said it? Long story short: someone was risking their job and I told them so, and they were mad at the fact that I told them in front of another person, instead of pulling them to the side. I will give you, there’s a reason why Colossians 4:6 exists. According to King James, “Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt…”. In essence, how you say things definitely matters. And if you’re new to here, let me t

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