I am registered in the Bone Marrow registry and last summer got the letter telling me that I actually matched with a leukemia patient. It was an incredibly exciting moment and also a bit scary. Everyone has the same reaction to Bone Marrow donation (“Isn’t… Read full story

I had just bought a used car from a small dealer down the road from my apartment. A few weeks later the car started smoking, so I took it back to get fixed. Two weeks after I dropped off my car they said it was… Read full story

My son, Owen, in 2005 went with my dad to CA. The two of them along with my dad’s side of the family spent a week going to Disneyland and other places in the LA area. On the drive back to AZ my dad and… Read full story

My father was not an educated man. By the superficial standards applied today, he would not be considered a success. But he was the most responsible person I have ever known. His value of self reliance and personal responsibility lives in me today. I am… Read full story

My mother was teen mother at 14; when she had me in her 20’s she started using heroin. My father shot her dealer and went to prison for 10 years. As a result, my mother, a known user, raised me, my twin, and my two… Read full story

My son and his Dad were coming back to New Jersey from Florida last year via Route 195 somewhere near Washington DC.  They saw a car overturned on the median of the highway with smoke coming out of it.  They must have been seconds away… Read full story

When I lived in northern California where I am originally from, every morning before dropping off my oldest son at daycare, I would stop at La Petite Boulangerie (a coffee and sandwich establishment) to buy my son a croissant, and for myself a sandwich for… Read full story

I was on my way home from a hunting trip in Colorado. We ran into a blizzard just west of Denver and the Highway Eastbound was closed. My friend and I were forced to spend the rest of the day in a truck stop. While… Read full story

On my way in, late one Thursday night, I noticed that one of the cars in my parking garage had a flat tire.  Furthermore, I realized that the car belonged to my neighbor across the hall.  I knocked on her door and offered to help. … Read full story

It is the month of January, Chicago, Illinois, time around 5:30 pm, snow storm, on my way home, driving West on the Stevenson expressway. As I approached the Central Avenue exit I saw a man walking away from his car carrying a one gallon can.… Read full story