How am I supposed to stop crying? I mean what exactly do I tell myself to make these tears stop? What is the magic combination of words that will take away the deepest pain I have ever felt?Read More
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Still carrying emotion of grief and guilt from Mike’s death, I went through the motions in a daze tending to Sierra like I did everything else in life. Then one day she came up and sat next to me laying her head in my lap so I began to talk to her.... She would look right in my eyes like she understood every word I was saying...Read More
...I need to be thankful for that. Because when it is all said and done people are only lent to us from God. And, no matter how bad things are for us, no matter how gloomy things look, no matter how much pain we are in, we can always find someone who has it worse than us.Read More
For as far back as I can remember I always felt this deep connection to "something". I could never figure out what exactly this something was, but I did know it was inside me and I knew it meant I had a very important purpose. But at some point after endless abuses of "you are nothing", my spirit caved!Read More
Perched atop docile tippy toes soft and gracious as fresh fallen snow; porcelain painted smile, so statuesque in tender twirls she pirouettes oblivious not a care in the world; i used to dream of being that girlRead More
I guess at some point you start to question is this all worth it, because she did, and went through a horrible emotional breakdown refusing to eat right or cooperate with the doctors and me and making life hell to put it bluntly. I think she began realizing that her life was not going to be much different from now on and she needed to reside herself to that fact.Read More
When I look back I often wonder how a kid with average speed, average size, an average arm, and a little above average head on his shoulders could accomplish what I did on the field... My only explanation is through what's not measured enough of the time...a player's heart. It is now that I understand my desire and heart was not just motivation from within myself. My determination on the field was inspired by the passion of my dad off of the field.Read More
I trailed behind as I got half way to the door I stopped and looked over my right shoulder to the police behind the counter, and then back to the door as I watched them walk out. In that moment I decided to turn around walk back up to the counter and as the officers approached me I took a deep breath. In a very soft spoken voice I began to tell my story again and again and again until somebody listened and believed me. My brother and I were placed into a group home that very night.Read More
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'
By age two, Raigan was completely unresponsive to her name. She looked through us, not at us. Her muscle tone was very weak. There were days when she would scratch at her eyes, face and head so intensely, I feared she would physically hurt herself. I had visited more than one allergist with the only outcome being high doses of allergy medications, yet I was given no answers as to what was causing her allergy symptoms.Read More
All the firemen could do was to try to keep a little water spray on her to keep from singing as she kept making trips running through the open door. You can see some of the singed hair on her back end, forehead and lower legs.Read More