I hardly ever get sick. Like many men when I do happen to contract some illness it may as well be the end of the world. All I can do is lay on death’s doorstep, praying in desperation for my health to return. Each time I get sick I swear that I will never again […]Read more "The Worst Alarm Ever – Episode 4"
Our adventures officially began in Panama City. We set out from the hostel with exactly no plans, expectations or ideas. If you have time I find this is a great way to set out from somewhere, though you must be prepared to be surprised. Or sometimes not surprised. It can be hit or miss. It […]Read more "We Find A Beginning – Episode 3"
I write from a bus. I must write in short bursts. The fellow I’ve sat beside is the friendliest, but also the most persistent man I’ve ever experienced. The above is all I was able to write in two solid hours of writing. This amounts to 14 words an hour, which is not exactly a […]Read more "My New Panamanian Friend And Me"
When I told people I was going to South America most were surprised, with the usual response being “Really? And you’re leaving in a week? Did you tell me about this?” This was somewhat warranted as I actually had forgotten to tell anybody. My family and close friends knew, but in my recent life there […]Read more "In Which We Go To Panama"
What if I told you there was an easy way to get over anyone? What about if you could forgive and forget about that ‘thing’ someone did to you so long ago? That thing you’re holding on to and think of each time you see them, even though maybe they’ve changed. Or how would you like a […]Read more "How To Get Over Anyone"
Lately I have been thinking a lot about the classic ‘Coming of Age’ story. Specifically the part where the character has realized that their childhood dream or view of the world is… wrong. They’ve just been dumped by the girl of their dreams. They’ve failed one too many tests and they’re being sent to military […]Read more "A Coming of Age Story"
Okay, i’ve been home from Mercy Ships for a couple months now, but I feel like there are still a few things lodged in my brain that are worthy to be written about. One of those is how living on Mercy Ships is very similar to making all your friends in the local neighbourhood Hospice. […]Read more "All My Friends Are Dead (OR ARE THEY??)"