"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim

where blame often flies faster than understanding, it’s time to take a step back and reconsider our perspectives. We frequently see individuals blaming others for the actions of a few, perpetuating a cycle of negativity that affects our happiness and our communities. Whether in personal relationships or societal views, generalizing based on the