Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

On Halloween 2010, I ran the Marine Corps Marathon. I raised $13,000 for cancer research, cramped and then came home to find that my dog had died. Some other things happened and my family’s life changed. I haven’t run another … Continue reading →

A while back, I watched a documentary about the worst aviation disaster ever. And it gave me something to think about: Why did some people survive while the passenger next to them perished? And how can I keep the same … Continue reading →

This morning, I gripped the soda bottle and couldn’t open the lid. Frustrated, I slammed the bottle down, causing a loud bang. @#$!! I felt like Samson with a buzz cut or Superman wearing Kryponite earrings — my strength is … Continue reading →

This weekend, I saw my dad take three things, combine them and make a very funny joke. While dementia is stealing his memory for him, he still has his sense of humor. He’s still there. He still remembers me. He … Continue reading →

Twenty-one days. Three weeks. Three-quarters of a month. That’s how long it takes to change a habit. I am taking a personal challenge of making a list of 21 things I want to change and changing them. For 21 days. … Continue reading →

A dream wakes you up two minutes before your alarm goes off. It keeps you hanging on longer than you should. It pushes you when you’re tired. And it pushes you through pain. A dream gives you a hand when … Continue reading →

Stalactites hanging from your nose. You’re wheezing and gasping for air. Yes, it is time for the yellow scourge. The pollen plague. The allergy attack. Your eyes are red from weed — ragweed. You eat Claritin, Allegra, Sudafed (if you … Continue reading →

Leaking rain dripped on the young priest’s head. Father Thomas looked up at the Christus Rex and quietly asked, “Why?” The Christus Rex looked down at him and didn’t say a word. It never did. “Of course you won’t answer. … Continue reading →

The heavy wooden cross rested on my shoulder as my muscles burned. I kept thinking, “He carried this by himself?” I was struggling and had three friends helping me. One step forward. Then another. I focused on His march to … Continue reading →

Red headed and freckled, the little boy’s face was flush with frustration. Blood caked his knee and salty water trickled down his cheeks. He yelled into the larger man’s chest. “Dad, why is life so hard?!?” Bullies had chased him … Continue reading →