What do the San Diego Chargers’ Doug Legursky, astronaut Jon McBride, filmmaker Morgan Spurlock (Supersize Me, 30 Days), former New Jersey Nets player Tamar Slay, and groovy singer Bill Withers (Lean on Me, Ain’t No Sunshine) have in common? They’re all from the town of Beckley, West Virginia, where I worked at a church as youth and education coordinator in the 1990s. (more…)
A few years back, I walked out of my therapist’s office completely distraught. In that moment, it felt like all the pain I’d ever experienced (including the loss of my mom to Multiple Sclerosis, a broken engagement, more vocational misfires than I could list, and a lifelong battle with depression) had reappeared to collectively bully me.
Leaving her office in desperation, I did something I’d never done in my 30-something years of life: I called a friend to ask for help.
Not a mentor. Not a counselor. Not a pastor. Just a regular old friend. (more…)
I was two years old. My father decided the whole marriage and dad thing was too tough. So he took off. He was supposed to meet my mom to sign their tax return and never showed up for the appointment, or ever came home again. To say this left a mark would be an understatement, and yes, it still hurts. As I grew up, I decided I would be an amazing husband and father and would never do what he did to us. (more…)