I was invited to attend church with my father and stepmother on the Sunday morning after I arrived back in the country. The service was at St Paul’s Episcopal Church;

I arrived at Ft Lauderdale International Airport. It had already gotten dark. I needed to get to my hostel in North Miami which was about a 45-minute drive away. After

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I got up early, got a Didi and headed to the airport for my flight. I took the same road out and was able to take in one more breathtaking

I woke up from a deep sleep and looked to see that I had a roommate come in during the night, the first I had during my whole stay in

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I got up, packed up, and headed to the airport with Chloe in tow. I didn’t realize it but she was heading to Medellin as well. Since Uber was made

I woke up and played a little online. I then headed down to breakfast and talked to another client about maybe doing some more work for him. I tried calling

I am not a person free from prejudice. I think it takes a big person to admit that. However, being a white American male my prejudice may surprise you. It