Stories heard from the otherside

Turn on any channel today, stream any video today and you'll surely get a rebuttal on the human condition lately. Stories of broken spirits, actions undue and inaction far worse. One dangerous phrase of such conversation is the rabbit hole of, back in my day. Welp, deep breath, exhale slowly because as a matter of fact, back in my day I could argue people are innately good. Insert any generic cliché phrase about walking uphill in the snow both ways made me a better person. Yet here I am about to digress into aforementioned clichés. Ready... set....let’s uphill snow! At some point in time the internet was groups of chatrooms, cell phones were for just calls and GPS were just letters in the alphabet. Somehow in the middle of that akward moment in our evolutionary history I became a door to door salesmen. for college credit. which I never turned in the paper work to receive. and in which I never even finished. But in that moment at a ripe age of 19 I had lofty dreams, not quite damp...

Perspective and perception are the two things I've always championed.  No two people tell the same story in the same way and no story can be told without an audience.  For years I've over heard countless stories of harrowing feats, unannounced blunders, unlikely humor and realities shaped from just a tale spun.  I've always felt it a gift to hear tales of someone's past as it helps shape not just their perception of life but your own perception of who they are.  We all have stories that just like required reading in high school have to be told to the masses.  Over the years I've always said how great it would be to promote such works that truly deserve the word press. Myself, a self proclaimed writer from the first grade, can maybe express someone's own story through my own filter. With my own prejudice, my own style, in a way fitting that might in a perfect world do justice to not just the person but their story.  Even in my own grammar riddled run on way...