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Kevin Orris is a faith-forward male living in Chicago, Illinois.

He spends his days crafting detailed digital content strategies to help brands and people share their story. You can often find Kevin journaling at a north side coffee shop, listening to Mike Kinsella records, leading a men's group, or thinking about hiking.

Kevin also enjoys deep conversation, making wood wick candles, books, jeans, and leaning back in any and every chair. He is most known for eating like a child and writing in third person.

He also wants you to know he's an Enneagram Type 2 (Helper), which means he wants to do everything he to help you, but needs affirmation along the way. Click here to get in touch.

 
If you only knew how many stories I’ve intended to share on Instagram. ⠀ I snapped this picture in September 2017. Immediately after, I dropped my phone and shattered the screen. ⠀ The irony is not lost on me.
One. Year. That’s how long I’ve been blessed to know @samcralli, the world’s best woman. That first night, we spent six hours talking about our faith, families, friends, jobs, travels, insecurities, dreams, and so much more. I didn’t realize someone like Sam could be real, much less want to be with me. - In our first year together, we’ve laughed, cried, prayed, celebrated, mourned, and fell deeply in love. We’ve made separate trips to Arizona, Indiana (shoutout Albanese), Kentucky, Michigan, Tennessee, Wisconsin, all the while growing closer together and devouring copious amounts of snacks. - Sam is so incredibly caring, loving, kind, fun, interesting, patient, compassionate, and of course, beautiful. The best part? Somehow, I’ve convinced this amazing woman to marry me (in less than four months, no less). - Looking back at the goodness of the last year, I can’t wait to see what God has in store for many more moving forward.
I wrote about the range of emotions I’m battling with the @rams in the Super Bowl at the link in my bio. #nips
🗣The #Rams are in the playoffs. LET’S GO!!!
I wrote about becoming a “salad guy,” how I furthered my creativity, my favorite albums, concerts, reads and more today. It’s mostly for my own documentation, but you’re welcome to read it at the link in my bio.
On February 3, I met the most AMAZING woman. She immediately shared her heart her family, friends, strangers, and most of all, Jesus. She radiates compassion, love, fun, and oh so much beauty. Every day with her is infinitely better than without. On Friday, I asked her to marry me and SHE SAID YES! I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together! She will greatly enrich mine.
No. 5 on the season.
My goddaughter is cuter than yours.
If you’re like most people my age, it’s unlikely you’ve heard of Isiah Robertson. Though he was a six-time Pro Bowl linebacker for the @Rams in the 70s, his life took a sharp downhill turn as his career ended. Following football, he became addicted to drugs, famously spending $25,000 on cocaine over a 31-day stretch. A drug dealer once beat him so bad it required 100 stitches and left him with 13 broken teeth. The lead barrel of a shotgun was forced in his mouth, only it jammed and Isiah managed to escape. But his story didn’t end there. After three years of rehab, Isiah got clean and came to know Jesus. His life was forever changed. I share Isiah’s story because it’s one of tremendous impact. More than 5,000 men have gotten clean from drugs and alcohol with Isiah’s help at the treatment center, House of Isaiah, he opened nearly 30 years ago. Talk about a ripple effect. — I met Isiah once. It was October 2013 when he randomly knocked on my office door and introduced himself. To that point, all I knew was the first half of his story. Gifted linebacker. Womanizer. Drug addict. Over the next hour, I listened to the second half - the story of Christ’s redemption in his life - in rapt silence. We bonded over our faith and dislike for that weekend’s opponent, the @49ers. We ended our impromptu conversation with a firm handshake before he pulled a business card from his leather padfolio, assuring me to call if I ever needed anything. — On Thursday night, Isiah was on his way home after sharing his story with a high school football team outside of Dallas. His car was struck by a semi, then another car in the opposite lane. He passed away shortly thereafter. Boy, do I wish y’all could’ve met him, too. Rest in peace, Isiah. Can’t wait to see you in heaven.
I wrote about the days when I sat at the intersection of Swagger and Thrive. You can read all about that and @samcralli’s love of plants at the link in my biography.
Happy Birthday to the 🌎’s #1 human @samcralli!!! You won’t find anyone who is more intentional, present, and loving than this beaut. There’s no one I’d rather adventure, laugh, study, worship, create, or even cry with. She radiates God’s love, compassion, beauty, and so much more for the whole world to see. Good news is we’re only just getting started. I love you, babe!
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