A Man on a Mission
This is the 72nd story of Our Life Logs Living life and fully enjoying it needs both a deliberate tact and perseverance. As long as you have a will, no mountain peak will ever be too cold, or too high to reach. I was born in 1986 at Moi’s Bridge in the beautiful Rift Valley Escarpment of Kenya. When I was six years old, … Continue reading A Man on a Mission
Mending What Was Broken
This is the 71st story of Our Life Logs I was born in 1996 in Lexington, Kentucky where my parents worked to try to keep us above the poverty line. My mom worked tirelessly to make money with multiple jobs while my dad refused to work more than one job. To make matters worse, my dad preferred blowing the money he’d just made on … Continue reading Mending What Was Broken
Humbled
| This is the 72nd story of Our Life Logs | You might look at my life and ask, “how many times do you have to fail?” I ask, “how many times do I have to try?” I was born in 1986 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I was the youngest of four children with two sisters and one brother. My parents were incredibly supportive and … Continue reading Humbled
Behind a Beautiful World
This is the 73rd story of Our Life Logs. I was born in Blenheim, New Zealand in 1965 and grew up in a typical 70’s family. Dad was in the Airforce, and we got posted to Hobsonville Airforce Auckland in 1973. Growing up in the Airforce community was fun. Life was carefree and simple. I have two sisters and a brother, but I always enjoyed … Continue reading Behind a Beautiful World
To Be Refined
This is the 70th story of Our Life Logs I was born and raised in India with two elder sisters and wonderful parents. I had an easy upbringing. My father was a school teacher, and my mother a housewife. Our family was close-knit, and we all supported each other. I felt especially close with my mother and middle sister, both of whom I’d … Continue reading To Be Refined
Gaining Back What I’ve Lost
This is the 69th story of Our Life Logs. At 43, I’ve lost a lot in my life. I’ve lost homes, family members, and jobs. Though I lose things, I fight to gain back what’s possible. I never let the dejection of loss keep me from working hard to get good things back. I was born in 1975 in Cincinnati, Ohio, the second youngest of seven … Continue reading Gaining Back What I’ve Lost
The Little Metal Suitcase
This is the 68th story of Our Life Logs. I was born in 1961, and grew up in Toluca, Mexico with my mother, father, my four siblings, and my father’s family. We lived in a tiny, one-bedroom abode, because my father did not make much money being a school teacher. He was often innovative, once using newspaper to keep our feet safe when our shoes had … Continue reading The Little Metal Suitcase
From My Ugly Past
This is the 67th story of Our Life Logs. Life is an examination full of tricky questions. However, it is not compulsory for you to get everything right. In a way, the tears I have wept may have cleansed my heart. I was born to extremely young parents. My mother was an upper primary school student while my father was just finalizing his high school … Continue reading From My Ugly Past
Yesterday Was but a Lie
This is the 65th story of Our Life Logs. My life can be best compared to a Lifetime movie. When I tell people about my upbringing, it’s unbelievable to them, but it happened, and I can’t change my past. I was born in Columbus, Ohio in 1993. I lived with my mother and my maternal grandparents, because my parents weren’t together when I was born. My … Continue reading Yesterday Was but a Lie
Leaving Behind My Secret
This is the 64th story of Our Life Logs. In my early 20s, I lost a big part of myself. The person who I used to be was being smothered by grief and guilt. The things I once loved felt like a chore. As I cultivated life experience and support from wonderful people in my life, I was able to return to the upbeat person … Continue reading Leaving Behind My Secret
The Gift of Miracles
This is the 63rd story of Our Life Logs. I had read in the Bible about miracles, but I had big doubts about them ever happening to me. Because of my beliefs, I was always skeptical. It was not until God started showing me the miracles in my life that that I saw the possibilities, and it changed my life forever. 1 | Anger Issues I … Continue reading The Gift of Miracles
From the Ashes
This is the 62nd story of Our Life Logs. I proudly held back tears from falling off my cheeks. Nothing has ever felt overwhelmingly good. I could not stop waving at the cheering crowd, because as the captain of the Lumumba Stigma Association football team, the acknowledgement was partly to my great leadership. Things have not always been rosy for me. I was bullied during my … Continue reading From the Ashes
