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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. 

The offering

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As a child, I remember hearing stories of about the 'widow's mite' as an example of sacrifice. The story goes as follows: There was once a man who walked into a religious temple with a large charitable donation. After he gave his offering, an elderly widow walked up to the.

4 April/Posted by aaronplaat

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Mother’s love

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I remember a line from the movie The Bucket List, a tale about two men with terminal cancer, which made me pause. One of the wishes of the dying men was to “see something majestic” before he died. In my adult years, I bore witness to many ‘majestic’ sights; rolling.

26 March/Posted by aaronplaat

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Wounds to fly

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Robert Bly tells the medieval story of a boy who would become king, in his masterpiece Iron John: A Book about Men. The tale speaks often about a wound the boy received, likening it to the wounds given to us by our parents as young children. For some, our parents.

21 March/Posted by aaronplaat

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Sandy

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As I've gotten older, I've come to realize that every moment can be full of meaningful intersections that make you stop and reflect on the beauty life has to offer. Sometimes, in the strangest of places you experience a priceless moment. This morning was one of those times. Today, I.

25 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Memories

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The last ten years have felt akin to living many lives. The decade brought a mixture of places, faces, times, and memories. In each of the cities I've stayed, I've been fortunate enough to meet a beautiful tribe of people that quickly etches their way into my heart. I found.

22 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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A mother’s love

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“A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." In December, I had the opportunity to chat with a coworker about the experience she has had.

12 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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You are exactly where you need to be…

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Several years ago, I sat in a comfortable armchair in the living room of one of my best friends in Dallas, TX. The room was designed elegantly, with meditative music playing in the background as a colorful accent light rotated bright colors over the walls. My friend, Dave, a man.

6 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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A new day

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Exactly one year ago, I sat in the lobby of a hostel in Montevideo, Uruguay. The internet speed was mediocre, at best. And the hot air sat stale without movement. I was nearing the end of a monthlong offshore with Expensify and enjoyed the solitude I found behind a desk..

30 January/Posted by aaronplaat

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More than enough

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It’s been nearly a decade since I purchased a copy of Dr. Seuss’s Oh, The Places You’ll Go! I opened the (used) copy of the book to see a handwritten letter on the inside of the book cover; written from one friend, to another, who was pursuing their dreams of becoming a.

18 January/Posted by aaronplaat

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Go North, young man

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As a young man, I remember reading from The Empty Hourglass, the book written by my Opa to chronicle his life. While his adventures make mine look quite tame in comparison (I've never been shot down (twice) or encountered cannibals) I've found a source of inspiration in his words and lust for.

20 December/Posted by aaronplaat

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