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Walking The Journey Together
EVERY SCAR HAS A STORY
The Moments That Tried to Break and Built Me
These memories aren't polished. They're real, raw chapters of a life forged through loss, violence, faith, and survival. Inside these stories are lessons that can either drag you down... or pull you forward. If you're ready to confront your own past and rise from it - start reading.


HAUNTED TRAILS, HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT, AND THE LATIN KINGS
A few weeks later, I was just trying to be a kid. The Haunted Trails arcade on Roberts Road was a place to find some normalcy—play games, meet girls, and lose myself under the neon haze. But the streets don’t forget. Someone had dropped a dime, and soon I was being watched by four men, grinning like they owned the night.
The odds were against me. Four against one, and the tension thickened like the summer heat on the pavement. It felt like the end of the line.
Eric J Herrholz
3 min read


Chasing Chaos on the Chicago L: A Tale of Thrills and Consequences
The Chicago L wasn’t just a train to me. It was a moving refuge from the harshness of the streets. The city’s pulse was raw and unforgiving, and the L was a constant in the chaos. Riding those rattling cars, I found a strange kind of comfort in the noise and movement. The faces around me were strangers, but their indifference was a kind of protection. I wasn’t alone, even if I was invisible.
Eric J Herrholz
4 min read


The Night I Stopped a Robbery and Lost My Job at Burrito Bandito
I vaulted over the counter without hesitation, fists clenched, heart steady, ready to defend the place I worked. We didn’t exchange words. We just acted.
Together, we stopped him. We dropped him to the floor, held him down, beat the shit out of him and made sure he understood every bad choice that led him through that door.
Eric J Herrholz
3 min read


Chapter 23: The Day Justice Had Muscles
What I saw was the heartbeat of old Chicago: Men who protected their own, who didn’t wait for courts, who knew that sometimes the best security system was a locked garage and a son built like granite.
Eric J Herrholz
2 min read


Chapter 14: Bumpers & Red Ants
We hit junkyards like prospectors panning for gold. I crawled under rust-free Texas cars stacked like metallic skyscrapers or half-buried in dirt. HELLO, RED ANTS.
Eric J Herrholz
2 min read


The Cost of Indecision
While careful consideration is essential, excessive hesitation can lead to missed opportunities, reputational damage, and long-term setbacks
Eric J Herrholz
2 min read


Let's Talk About God
God is often seen as a singular, omnipotent, and omniscient being. In contrast, polytheistic religions such as Hinduism and ancient Greek ..
Eric J Herrholz
2 min read


Unlocking the Power of Daily Affirmations and Mantras
You don't need any special equipment or extensive time to make them work for you. Whether you choose to say them out loud with conviction,
Eric J Herrholz
1 min read


Cold Nights in a Broke Down Car
I found myself beneath the sky's canopy at a KOA campground, nestled within the shell of a Buick Regal.
Eric J Herrholz
2 min read
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