“Thanks John,” the young kid muttered as we called it a night after a long Christmas day.  This Christmas I worked the entire shift at a residential treatment facility for kids.  

I’m not going to be the husband that makes his wife takes the seat in between two strangers. I began the process of convincing myself that I could catch up on the sleep I missed in the middle seat without drooling on a stranger. 

“We are afraid of death because we fear we have not live…” a quote that a came across months ago and was filed away. After two-night in New Orleans and running on roughly 8 hours of sleep in the last 48 the author of that quote eludes me. 

I read a Facebook post recently announcing that “it was time to get off Facebook, - too many racists.”  But racism doesn't go away if we ignore it.  

        I was sauntering across campus as a college junior in Des Moines, Iowa about 5 minutes late for my ancient philosophy class. I was always late that time in my life and not much as improved since then

A conversation about who had it worse leads to a understanding we are equals. 

The honest truth is I have avoided this blog for a long time.  I know that typing these words will open a ball of emotions that I still struggle to understand.  This blog is about Eric Bunn. 

.  As we settled in we pressed play on the movie “Into The Wild.” A story about Christopher McCandless, who arrives in a remote area just north of the Denali National Park and Preserve in Alaska and sets up a campsite in an abandoned bus, which he calls The Magic Bus.