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When I was only ten, I learned how to type on a manual typewriter. A-S-D-F...J-K-L-;...since then, I’ve written over 2,000 blogs and enjoy sharing my words with others. 

As a writer, you see the world around you as a story waiting to be told. Every experience acts as an actor for this beautiful story we’re fortunate enough to call “life.” I hope you appreciate my writing as much as I’ve had, living the story. 

Taking Back

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After taking an impromptu trip back to Ohio, it's good to be back in Los Angeles, even if it's just for a short amount of time. There's quite a bit on my mind as the next few months are going to be a blur of activity/excitement across all fronts. I'm learning that.

31 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Protected: Kiss

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27 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Protected: It starts

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27 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Has Come

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It's very easy to give advice to others. What's most difficult is learning to take your own advice. On one hand, one almost wants to feel embarrassed for dishing something out that is a hard pill to swallow. On the other, one wonders whether or not the advice was true.

27 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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True Armor

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"I'd hold you up to say to your mother, "this kid's gonna be the best kid in the world. This kid's gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew." And you grew up good and wonderful. It was great just watching you, every day was like a privilige. Then.

25 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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My Everything

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As a boy, I'd sit on the knee of my father and feel an instantaneous sense of security and protection that would emanate from his presence. "Aaron, squeeze my hand as hard as you can!" as he held out his hand. Tiny hands trying to wrap around his hands, he'd.

23 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Protected: Live For It

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22 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Infection

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A new day arises, while the city sleeps. Every moment but a fleeting promise. It's only after we've pointed all of our fingers that we find our finger pointed inward at our chest. Responsibility, son. Accept it. Love it. What I'm learning to appreciate about life is that it presents.

20 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Checked Off

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Trapped in a stiff idle; not the boy of days past, not the man I long to be. One step at a time, the future reveals itself. Step forward, son. The path we tread is ours to choose, or ours to create. She says "Goodnight" and the music fades in..

19 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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Son Of

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In light of the poor moments that marred a perfectly good day yesterday, I have to admit that our Heavenly Father continues to provide for His children; making paths where foot trails did not exist, providing covering in the midst of difficult storms, and ultimately having our best intentions in.

18 August/Posted by aaronplaat

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