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By Joe Puglia | February 28, 2008
It was dark when we arrived, pitch black, a starless, stormy night. The winding road led us up and up into gray swirling clouds that unleashed torrents of rain striking with such velocity that one thought twice about the steep precipices. We were traveling to Laurel Springs Ranch, a hideaway of 160 acres buried in the recesses of the mountainous Los Padres National Forest. I was trying to make a difference; conducting three days of intense lectures on leadership. My students were hardly focused on the upcoming intellectual adventure, but instead all 26 anticipated a chance to getaway and do what college kids do go crazy.
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By Joe Puglia | June 22, 2012
I've kept journals since the eighth grade, recording memories that became treasures in the heart to pull out on the tough days of adulthood. I wrote my thoughts sparingly and only chose those aspects of life that were most impactful. I took my journals to Vietnam, hoping to write a story of my evolution into the heart of darkness. Both dreams were destroyed in an 82mm mortar attack. Only one journal survived. It was hard to begin again, but I did. Everybody needs their memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from knocking at your door.
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By by michael j. arvizu valley sun | March 27, 2008
The sun was supposed to rise at around 6 Sunday morning. Instead darkness greeted the roughly 100 to 200 people assembled at the top of McGroarty Peak in Tujunga for the 83rd annual Sunland-Tujunga Kiwanis Community Easter Sunrise Service. But the darkness was more than made up for by the positive, charismatic and prayerful atmosphere among those gathered at the dusty peak. Some hiked, others took shuttle vans, one man bicycled to the top of the hill overlooking the Sunland-Tujunga-Crescenta Valley.
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By Joe Puglia | February 28, 2008
It was dark when we arrived, pitch black, a starless, stormy night. The winding road led us up and up into gray swirling clouds that unleashed torrents of rain striking with such velocity that one thought twice about the steep precipices. We were traveling to Laurel Springs Ranch, a hideaway of 160 acres buried in the recesses of the mountainous Los Padres National Forest. I was trying to make a difference; conducting three days of intense lectures on leadership. My students were hardly focused on the upcoming intellectual adventure, but instead all 26 anticipated a chance to getaway and do what college kids do go crazy.
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