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My “Injured” Reputation
I have a tendency to get injured a lot. I donβt know what it is. I donβt know why. It just happens. From breaking my nose in a mud pit, to spraining my ankle dancing to the YMCA, and falling off a bus in Israel, injury follows me around. I hated this fact about myself. I hated that this was my descriptor. Not because I hated getting hurt, but because of how much attention it drew to me. β I know what you are thinking, especially those who know me who are reading this, βSam not wanting to draw attention? Yeah right.β Laughter is in my DNA. Any type of…
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Miss Jones
My first time meeting Sarah was my first day of work at my new βtemporaryβ job. She was sitting in front of a shredder going to town shredding random documents. Being completely honest, she did not seem interested in meeting me, but thought I was a nuisance interrupting her shredding time. She did not really meet my eye when she spoke, but she had a sweet face and smile. She was sporting pretty legit leggings and matching puff vest. During my time working in this specific classroom, I have gotten close to a number of students. Honestly, the last student I thought I would bond with as closely as I…
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The Order of the Phoenix
βSo what are we going to call ourselves?β βHow about βThe Order of the Phoenixβ?β βAbsolutely.β Iβve been struggling, trying to figure out how to form each of these posts. As a disclaimer, though this story is told from my perspective, it is dedicated to Hannah, Dilan and the rest of The Order of the Phoenix. While sitting in my Constructive Theology class, I received an email from Josh, the Pastor of University Baptist Church, which was the church I was attending at the time. Josh had messaged me as well as a few others that he knew had a call into student ministry asking if we could meet the…
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Running in Bulgaria
I have known a lot of runners in my short life. At random points in my life, I even claimed myself to be pseudo runner. Honestly, I do not believe I ever met anyone specifically who claimed to love running, though. It was always a, sort of, thing that they did either because it was ingrained in them or they had to for various different reasons. That all changed when I spent my summer in Bulgaria with a woman named Britney Sue. Britney Sue, or B-Sue as she affectionately became known to others (and Mama Duck to our group of three that traveled with her), was one of those who…
