I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.

I can hear my steps echo as I follow him to the end of the hall. The door to the small closet under the steps is standing ajar. He closes the door and latches it.

The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way.

The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water- saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood.

Five years of love, and they only fit in such a small box.

Never despair.

Even the smallest daily chore can be humanized with the harmony of culture.

There's always hope. Never give up. Walk slowly and drink lots of water. It ain't a sprint.

Eating wholesome foods and getting plenty of sleep is crucial for me.

Awareness is a blissful state, not a painful one.

Texas is a hotbed of insanely good bands and musicians.

I think it's really unfortunate that academics have been sidelined in most important policy debates.

I love the Walking Dead, but I dont wanna be an actual prominent character on the show. I just wanna be a zombie.

Doctors still retain a high degree of public confidence because they are perceived as healers. Should lawyers not be healers? Healers, not warriors? Healers, not procurers? Healers, not hired guns?