Real Life & Workplace Writer
Karma always finds an address.
Fast talker, faster typer, worst person to sit next to on a long flight. Give me the comeback, somebody who got written off, shows up eighteen months later, and quietly runs the room. That's the whole reason I do this. I do my best work at two in the morning, fueled by gas-station coffee and pure spite on behalf of the little guy. If a story doesn't make me want to stand up and yell at my phone, I'm probably not the one writing it.
Ryan came up writing and cutting viral human-interest content for digital and broadcast media, where he learned exactly how a story has to move to hold someone for ninety seconds. He is a co-founder of Real Heart Story, and by his own admission its least patient one.
Bachelor of Arts in Communications, University of Nevada, Las Vegas (2018).
He came up making viral human-interest content that traveled far past where it started, and he volunteers with a youth job-readiness program.
Pickup basketball, sneaker hunting, and a personal quest to try every ramen spot in Vegas.
I was the busboy nobody looked at. The cake was on the floor. The bride was fifty-five minutes out. So I did the only thing I knew how to do.
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I was the intern nobody listened to, there to take notes and fetch coffee. I saw the mistake the whole room missed. Being heard was the hard part.
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One shot at the job that would change everything. And an old man on the ground between me and the door. I made my choice in about four seconds.
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He told me to be out by Sunday so she could move in. He had no idea the house was mine. Only mine. And I let him find out the hard way.
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For a year I paid for the car behind me at the drive-through. The morning it was a police cruiser, I had no idea the officer was at his lowest point.
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It was just a wrong number. I almost ignored it. Then a detail he mentioned stopped my heart, because only one person from my whole life knew it.
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Every kid went home at three. I stayed till seven, alone, waiting for my mom. Except I was never alone. And I never knew why until decades later.
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Everybody wanted me to pull him for a better hitter. I let him swing. Two decades later, he was the paramedic kneeling over my chest.
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For eleven years I thought my dad didn't care enough to come to a single game. Then my coach stopped the celebration and called him down.
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My old classmates smirked at my beat-up plumber's truck at our reunion. An hour later, a nurse stood up and looked right at me.
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My card declined at the register with three kids watching. The man behind me paid it, then said six words that changed how I live.
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I was down to my last twelve dollars when I found a wallet stuffed with cash. Giving it back was the hardest thing I ever did. It was also the best.
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