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New to Five Minute Observations? Welcome. I’m Joe Class III, and I write stories and essays about what I notice, the encounters that reveal something true, and the moments that stick with you after they’re gone. If you’re just getting started, these three pieces will give you a sense of what this space is about:…
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She panicked and drove straight to Gibson. What happened next is the best argument for harm reduction you’ll ever read.
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When did we start apologizing for being exactly who we are? New post up at fiveminuteobservations.com.
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Most of us show up with something when grief enters a room. The people who help us the most show up as themselves and stay. No words required.
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Every Sunday morning, she walks through the church doors, and it follows her. Nobody notices. Nobody asks. Today on Five Minute Observations, I’m writing about the cold that doesn’t register on any thermometer. And the only thing that actually fixes it.
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She had no standing. No invitation. Absolutely no business being there. She walked in anyway. I’ve confused institutional pressure with correction, leaving the room believing I was the problem. I’m still discovering the difference between humility and surrender. New post. Short. Honest. And straight to the point. Link in the comments. Five Minute Observations.
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Alissa wanted me to feel something this morning. I did. Just not only what she planned.
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I didn’t say his name. I just nodded. One small dip of my chin. Less than a second. And it cost someone else everything.
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Most of us don’t lose meaning all at once. Instead it slips away quietly. Somewhere between the job, the bowling league, and a Wednesday morning with cold coffee. But what if meaning was never yours to lose in the first place? What if someone wrote meaning into your life before you ever arrived?
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What happens when prayer becomes a performance and God already knows your lines?
Stories. Enjoy!
