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“I’m shaking, Kenny, my mind is racing—I can’t breathe not knowing. Where are the babies? Tell me they’re alright, please tell me they’re safe. I need to hear the words from you, I need to know they’re okay.” (Link Below)

Pulled into a rest area on I-15 northbound. A young family with three little boys and mom was 8 months pregnant. They were trying to make back home to Oregon. They were taking a picture of the boys sitting on a boulder next to my truck. The boys had never been that close to a […]

Today I cried at work. Not because I dislike my job, or because it is just too hard, though it really is. I cried for a child, a child who spoke so innocently about food and the lack of it. He asked me when the lady who puts food in his backpack would be coming. […]

History remembers Leo Tolstoy. But behind his masterpieces stood Sofia Tolstaya — a woman whose brilliance, endurance, and hard work made his achievements possible. She was more than a wife. She was his copyist, editor, typist, publisher, financial manager, and the mother of thirteen children. When Tolstoy gave her War and Peace, it was a […]