Misha Trubs
Bio
Born in Dnepro Ukraine. I speaks multiple languages and possesses deep knowledge that comes with being bilingual. I am open, truthful, and shameless. I enjoys stirring things up, by opening people up to have powerful conversations.
Stories (11/0)
Not the Goonies Story but There is Still Treasure
June 24th, 1950. It was a beautiful day in the town of Swampscott MA. The warm summer wind blew across the small fishing town bringing comfort and peace to its North Shore residents. Summer was as it had always been since the town was established in 1852. Swampscott, a suburban town with a population a bit over 11,000 and located about twenty minutes North of Boston. It had been a few years since World War II ended and life was slowly getting back to normal.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Humans
Maybe You Too Can Become a Superhero Like Ironman With the Right Push
How do we push each other or ourselves to succeed or just keep going? Whatever drives us to succeed matters, whether it's a small push or a big push. Any push goes a long way. Think of the time you were a small child on a swing. you didn’t know how to get going, weren’t strong enough and legs weren’t long enough to create locomotion. you would get frustrated, cry, kick, scream or just yell out for help. You would ask for a push. We all needed a push at some point and asking for help was encouraged.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Humans
Who Is Afraid of the Dark
Do you ever get the feeling that you are being watched? You look around and don't really see anyone, or hear anyone but still feel like something is there. Is it a ghost? Is it a weird feeling that builds up inside of you. You think your imagination is playing tricks on you.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Horror
Who is afraid of the Dark?
Do you ever get that feeling like you are being watched? You look around and you don't really see anyone or hear anyone. You still feel like something is there. Is it a ghost? There is a weird feeling building up inside and your imagination is playing tricks on.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Horror
If you see a Rat get the Rat but what if I am the rat.
During my first year in San Francisco, I started doing random promo gigs and sometimes mascot gigs. I found a well paying gig on Craigslist, which involved wearing a cheap Halloween Store brand rat suit. This costume was as cheap as it gets, it didn't even have a rat mask.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Journal
The Rich Life of Crashing Parties with Jerry Rice and Will Smith
This is indeed a picture of me, a simple little goofball standing next to arguably the best WR to ever play the game Mr. Jerry Rice. This was a special event just for him. A Jerry Rice retirement party. A single ticket cost about 800 dollars. Did I pay? No? Did I sneak in? Sorta, I was coached on how to professionally "crash" this party.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Geeks
Through the eyes of a Ukrainian Child
My oldest sister Diana once told me when we were growing up in Ukraine that when foreigners get off the plane, a man in green holds up a basket of money and you can grab a stack but don't get greedy. Mannnn I couldn't wait to come to America and get my tiny chipmunk hands on a fat stack of gorgeous American Rubles. I thought that was the name of American currency at the time . Fck off I was a child.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Wander
Travel Life and Being Human.
A group of guys working in the Wind industry found themselves in unfamiliar territory. Arran from FL, Jordan from Iowa, Denis from MN and myself a tumble weed man originally from Ukraine now residing in... were in the small town of Calexico. We had been sent there to inspect turbine blades. There were a slew of other guys on the project making it about 30 in all. Back then, companies would shell out millions of dollars on giant crews of men to do a job that doesn't require much. However, with extra money in all of our pockets and freedom to spend it as quickly as we got it. It was easy for some of the guys to get completely reckless with it and they did. The job was so easy that we were able to do it in 3 hours but get paid for 10.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Humans
Once Up a Time in Jamaica
August 17th, 2003. Jamaica Montego Bay, Negril. A bunch of young 17 and 18 year olds embarked on an unforgettable trip to Jamaica. One of us almost didn't make it because instead of a passport he brought a certificate from the hospital where he was born that featured his tiny footprints on it. Adorable, especially for the fact that Tiggy was now a 275 pound man standing on magnificent giant calf pillars. He got it right the next day and joined Humphrey St. Squad. Yea, that's what the suburban kids called ourselves.
By Misha Trubs3 years ago in Wander
