Autobiography

Munching on Mars Bars

As a boy, I munched Mars Bars, read Jules Verne, and dreamed of rockets. Decades later, from Sputnik and Apollo to Elon Musk’s Starships, I find myself asking a different question. Mars may be humanity’s next destination, but the most difficult frontier I encountered was never millions of miles away—it was within.

Beneath the Same Cloud

A 1953 schoolboy and a 2026 billionaire build the exact same bomb shelter. One used imagination, the other uses billions—but the radioactive cloud sees no net worth.

Traumatic Grace:

rue transformation rarely arrives gently. A reflection on suffering, metanoia, and the breaking of the ego through traumatic grace.

Shipyard Scars at Sixteen

At sixteen, Richard M. Dell’Orfano worked in an East Boston shipyard where danger, steel, and sweat forged resilience that modern comfort no longer demands of young men.

The Day my Father Arrived

Waiting beneath a dying avocado tree for his father’s arrival, a wandering seeker watches ants rebuild their shattered colony and discovers a quiet revelation about responsibility, providence, and belonging.

My Baby Can’t Breathe

A frantic mother runs from a commune barn with her blue-lipped infant in her arms. A split-second decision turns into a life-or-death intervention—and a vacationing cop that changes everything.

His Money for My Life

A sharply dressed heir seeks investment advice from a man kneeling in the dirt, plucking caterpillars into a jar—revealing a deeper divide between wealth and a life lived with purpose.

Down and Couldn’t Get Up

A rainstorm ride turns violent when a crash leaves him stranded in traffic—until one stranger steps out of the line and changes everything.

The Truth … Crucified

A young man living on the edge of poverty in 1970s San Diego takes a graveyard dishwasher job and witnesses injustice against vulnerable workers. When he speaks out, he loses everything—discovering firsthand what it means to suffer for truth.

The Yellow Death Trap

On a Mexican cliffside road with no guardrail, a packed bus meets an oncoming truck—metal scraping, gravel shifting, and nowhere to go.