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I still remember the first time I met David. High school basketball practice, back in Running Springs, and we were paired together for drills. He was a year ahead of me, and the guy had talent, a kind of focus and intensity that made everyone respect him. One day, after practice, he asked me where I was from. I told him Riverside, and his eyes lit up. “No way,” he said, “My sister lives there.” …

This story happened to me 10 years ago but still vivid in my head as if it happened yesterday! I was returning home from China to Europe and flight was supposed to be over 10 hours long. I was waiting in line with my luggage and a nice looking young man approached me asking if I can help him with extra luggage. I liked him immediately and agreed to help. Since we didnt have allocated seats yet we…

I’ll never forget that day in Afghanistan. We were rolling through a narrow valley in convoy, and everything was tense—the kind of silence that makes your gut clench. Dust was everywhere, coating the world in this gritty, suffocating haze. Then it happened. One of the MRAPs hit an IED. Not just any IED—a massive one, maybe 250 kg. It ripped the vehicle off the road like a toy, flinging it into an…

It’s finally Friday. I finished work and went home. After having lunch I rested a bit and went to have a shower. Just thinking about her being on her knees in front of me makes me horny and my cock starts getting hard. I get dressed and go to catch the bus to her city. Once I arrive I went to get some asian food for us. She loves it and I do as well. I’m in front of the building and text her to…

There I was, tucked away in that small, cozy bookstore on Rue de l'Amour—the kind that looks as if it was stolen out of a dream. The wooden shelves groaned under the weight of stories waiting to be read, and the scent of old paper mingled perfectly with the deep, earthy aroma of my Bordeaux. I traced the edge of my glass with one finger, savoring the taste that lingered on my tongue, each note…

The day we went into that village feels like shattered glass—sharp, fragmented, each piece still cutting every time I think about it. Five of us, moving through those narrow alleys, our senses dialed up, like we could feel the air tighten. We slipped into a small building, set up to watch for movement. But they saw us first—fighters on a rooftop across the street where they shouldn’t have been.…

The decision to set up on the plateau was strategic, not comfortable. It gave us an unbroken view of the valley, the kind of vantage point a small team like ours could use to track insurgent supply lines. The terrain was rough, the descent steep, and we knew if we got into trouble, the rocks would box us in. But this was our best shot. We were only 20—spread thin, quiet, blending into the ground.…

Cancer stripped away everything that wasn’t essential. It exposed me, forced me to confront my limits, to stare down my mortality. But in that raw vulnerability, I found a different kind of strength. A strength that wasn’t about muscles or fights, but about endurance, resilience, and understanding what truly mattered. Even in the darkest days, when I was too weak to get out of bed, I could still…

I was homeless at 16, trying to figure out how to survive with nothing but the clothes on my back and a whole lot of grit. Life didn’t exactly hand me an easy start, but I ended up staying with a friend, whose dad happened to be a championship kickboxer. That’s where I learned how to really fight—how to take a hit, sure, but more importantly, how to carry myself. He taught me control, discipline,…