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The saddle of a cheap motorbike, the deck of a riverboat, the open bed of a prehistoric pickup truck - in Africa, I’m happiest on the move.
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I don’t even see a church, a cemetery or a tavern, so I can only conclude that the place is free from sin and death. That, by definition, would make it heaven.
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Defending the rich. Someone has to. (They should pay me for this.)
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‘the hell happened here?
Ask it as a question or just state the obvious.
The hell happened here.
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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow . . . one step and one day at a time, with courage and perseverance, we work our way through the month of March.
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I feel extra-masculine manhandling barbed wire, driving my Dodge through waist-high weeds and stepping in cow shit. Those are the kinds of things us city boys only get to do in our imaginations as we’re watching truck ads on TV. I hope MSL notices how broad my shoulders are.
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it's the kind of conflict that is characterized as “low-level” and “local” and it hardly makes the news here, but it isn’t low-level at all for the folks living and dying at ground-zero
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You can work as much or as little as you want and spend the rest of your time relaxing on the beach, and in just a moment, I'm going to share with you the secret of this luxurious lifestyle.
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Being told to take off my hat deprives me of the opportunity to show respect with a voluntary action … now it just feels like I’m following orders.
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The minivan was making an odd thumping noise. I was glad it wasn’t mine and felt sorry for whoever owned it. A tow truck was going to be expensive this far from town.
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Mom needed to explain something about one of the other guests so that we wouldn’t say something embarrassing in front of everybody.
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I’m a little sad to turn over the keys and the title as we move on to something newer and more efficient. It feels like I just sold the dog.
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the hunger caught up with me and it was epic. Moms in Africa were telling their kids to eat all their cassava paste because Chris was starving in America.
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Joy, Hope, Love, Peace. All that stuff to you this year.
We walked into one showroom and I said to the gentleman who greeted us, “we’re looking for a Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Rubicon” and somehow MSL knew enough to poke me and say, “No. No we’re not”.
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MSL unexpectedly came into the room while I was watching one of “those” videos that just show up in my feed sometimes and I couldn’t get my browser closed fast enough.
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I’ve been working on a project for five years. It’s not my life’s work, but it might take a lifetime to finish. (and no, I'm not talking about my laundry)
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first things first - this is Thanksgiving. While we celebrate the holiday with feasting and family, the point isn’t the food or the football. The purpose of the holiday is to pause our regular busyness and acknowledge the blessings and the goodness around us, so let’s be thankful.
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In these modest ways she rescues people - lets them know that someone cares - and to those people, she’s as much of a hero as the guys on the fire truck.
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Chester is a well-put-together dude - sharp and tight, dressed black and white, he’s sophisticated, overconfident, athletic, extroverted, smart - a classic Alpha.
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