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⚽ Twelve 8-year-olds + 200mg of caffeine + one mortified coach = the best bar story you’ll hear today. Trust us, you want to hear how this ends.
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A late-night traffic stop becomes a reminder: storytelling connects us, grounds us, and makes us known. In a world of strangers, our stories are how we find our way home.
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Grant’s thoughts about purchasing the Toyota snapped away when the officer softly tapped the driver’s side window. “Hello? Can you roll down the window for me, sir?” Grant didn’t realize the young officer was standing next to his door. The lights were blinding and hypnotizing all at the same time. “Yes, sir. Absolutely.” He quickly
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Before I was old enough to read, I told stories. Imagination incubated, spit out into the world through my limited toddler vocabulary. After being taught how to read and write, the magic turned from oral stories to written stories. Now I was writing my own material, reading everything I could to get ideas, even the
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Staring right at me, I thought she would start screaming, yelling at the top of her lungs. Before you start in on me, I just want to set the record straight – I didn’t start this argument. No. Really. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault. But then again, the guilty always have a way of
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Amanda was fine – a term used predominately in the late 1980s by most high school kids, me included. She had all the telltale signs of a rocker chick, and I wouldn’t be shocked if she smoked pot and drank some kind of alcohol just to fit in with the others wearing her style. The
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Waking up this morning, I realized everyone has a story. Every person born on this planet has a story. Some are good. Some are tragic. But, like it or not, miserable or elated, everyone everywhere has their own story. Of course, there are common elements: love, hate, mistrust, lying, friendship, happiness, wealth, poverty, and
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I had confidence in using the term, storyteller. I believed one word was self-explanatory. But I hadn’t tested it until my friend said, “I didn’t understand what ‘storyteller’ meant until you explained how you can tell stories.” I wasn’t clear? How was that possible? I thought ‘storyteller’ is compelling, right? But what if I confused
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Somewhere inside us is a need to tell someone else something that happened to us. That thing is called a story. Stories are the glue that connects us, brings us together. And, sometimes, separates us, dividing us in ways we could never imagine. Okay, so what’s your story? What’s that one thing making you
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Everyone, like it or not, has a story. Each person born on planet Earth has some event, task, or relationship they want to talk to you about. And what is the goal of each of these individuals? To tell their story. Like it or not, we all have a story. Some of us have
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Mari Vanna. It wasn’t what Bret Danica would pick, preferring a three-star Michelin chef, plating, and cuisine. Exquisite taste in fine dining was an expectation for Bret, enjoying rich, flavorful food. Living in Chicago afforded him access to some of the finer dining establishments in Chicago, getting a table in moments instead of waiting weeks
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“Kid, I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff. . .” Han Solo, Star Wars IV: A New Hope Han Solo was right. There are a lot of strange things that happen on our planet. Some cannot be explained away by science. Yet, this
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Imagine overfilling a lawnmower and getting the gas on your fingers. That’s what it smelled like. I tried to wash off the smell, scrubbing it from my fingers, but all that did was turn my fingers an angry pink color. The hot water and the soap suds foam coated the bottom of the sink.
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What’s the best way to describe speaking to authority figures, saying the most audacious things? And after saying these things, you find the authority figure laughing or chuckling under their breath. Making statements similar to these would get ordinary people in trouble. But not you. Wouldn’t you think twice about saying something like that again?
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So, the first time I got in big trouble, and I’m talking grounded to the house for a few days, was when I was six. That’s right. My first time in that situation, and I’m barely in school, hanging out with my best friend, Mark Driscoll. He lived on 3rd Avenue South, just a few
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