I've the ability to foresee an incident. But when I do, it's too late to make a difference. So here I am, on September 11, 2001 on the Flight 93.



Luck doesn't win you games. Hard word does.

The Exordium – 2

Part 1 - Click Here "I see you here everyday. Same bench. Same drink. What is it that you mourn?" he asks. His face gleamed with confidence. I assume his life is perfect. I sigh. I take a sip from my bottle and tell him, "My mother passed away. A week ago. In her dying... Continue Reading →

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