| This is the 555th story of Our Life Logs® | Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some clear your path. My path began 40 years ago....

My family was not too poor, but we most certainly weren’t rich. We lived in a joint home with my uncles who were illiterate farmers...

Miami was sleepy in the ‘50s—nothing like the bustling buildings and energy it has now. When my family moved across town...

Luckily, one of the performers noticed me trailing behind them and took me to the police station where I was reunited with my parents...

From an early age, I showed an interest in becoming a police officer, or rather, I became interested in adventure and excitement...

With so little to do, teenagers hung out and partied in the barns. Life in our community was slow—with the exception of the one...

My job was to look after the chickens and then collect and clean their eggs. As a family, we all worked together to keep the farm running...