Fight Like a Mother

| This is the 470th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1962 amid the sprawling streets of Annapolis, Maryland, and lived on its outskirts for the first 12 years of my life. Then we moved for a couple of different reasons. First of all, in that time, race was a pretty big issue, with African Americans having spent the past decade fighting for … Continue reading Fight Like a Mother

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The Gift of a Second Chance

| This is the 457th story of Our Life Logs | It started out almost lucky. I was born into a wealthy family in rural Haryana, India, in November 1991. My father was the only qualified doctor in our area including the surrounding eight villages. The only competition were a few quakes or pseudo-doctors who offered mumbo-jumbo at best. With many, many patients coming his way, my … Continue reading The Gift of a Second Chance

The Light That Shows Me the Way

| This is the 414th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1980 in Hackney, Inner London in the UK, as the oldest of four children. My family owned a leather factory which they had run for over 30 years after my uncle emigrated to the UK in the 1940s from Pakistan. My parents followed later, planning to work with him and start a … Continue reading The Light That Shows Me the Way