The Irishman, a Story of Divine Connection
Kieran looked like a runaway. With his tattooed legs and arms, half-cropped European cut, and multiple earrings, he sat alone, diagonally straggled across the airport seat. It seemed like he…
Kieran looked like a runaway. With his tattooed legs and arms, half-cropped European cut, and multiple earrings, he sat alone, diagonally straggled across the airport seat. It seemed like he…
My search for authenticity began where my father's left off. As I look back, I see he instilled it in me. It wasn't taught by him, I caught it. His…
I must have looked as disheveled to him as he did to me. As I stood to let him sit by the window, I said "Shalom," to the man I…