Life lessons My Purpose of Writing My intention in sharing my experiences is not to self-promote, increase my follower count, or make it...

( continued from part 8 ) Epilogue The next few months, many things happened that changed our family and, of course, my own life -...

( continued from part 7 ) Gossip from a distance When both my mother and sister realized that I was in the room, they didn't display any...

( continued from part 6 ) Unlike how others would see me, I wouldn't consider myself an introvert, ' preferring to concentrate on inner...

( continued from part 5 ) On the way back home This ride turned out to be one of the shortest yet most significant of my life! After...

( continued from part 4 ) What a surprise! After months of longing to see her once more, heartbeat was understandably running too fast, I...

( continued from part 3 ) Dealing with problems As a human being, I had to cope with all my problems, find a way to handle them, and live...

( continued from part 2 ) At home, alone As I reluctantly made my way home, everything appeared to be unchanged from the outside....

( continued from ) Two Strangers On a bus On one cold evening after a day at work, I waited for the bus to take me back home. The...

Some Background Reflecting on my childhood and youth fills me with melancholy; a deep sadness accompanied by thoughtful reflections and a soft, gentle sorrow. This sentiment is less about me personally and more about the environment and surroundings where I was raised, which were meant to teach me the fundamentals for a positive, life-affirming existence. More than 60 years ago, my mother brought me into this world in a rented apartment, she 'didn't get to the hospital in tim