Friendship
A Friend of Hope. Content Warning.
Last week I was in my car on the way home from work when I got a call from a childhood friend. It had been a minute since the two of us last spoke so I was surprised to be getting a call from him. When I picked up the phone he gave me some devastating news, a friend of ours who we had known since the first grade passed away. What made it worse was he died by suicide. All I could think about and ask myself was how could this good kid who was always smiling and vibrant could’ve taken his own life? Of course that’s a question many of us ask ourselves when such a tragedy happens.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
the dream. Content Warning.
Introduction: Throughout the course of my life, a peculiar dream has continuously haunted my subconscious mind, weaving a tapestry of mystery and intrigue that defies conventional explanation. This dream, which first manifested when I was merely eight or nine years old, has persisted into my present existence, its enigmatic nature evolving with each recurrence. The dream unfolds within the confines of a vast, shadowy house, where I ascend a seemingly endless staircase to encounter a surreal gathering of individuals in a dimly lit room. As I navigate this dream landscape, encountering different faces and unfolding events, a sense of foreboding and inexplicable connection emerges, prompting introspection and contemplation.
By Nnorom Christabell C.2 years ago in Confessions
Blossoms of Sakura
Maria had always been the invisible girl at Sakura Academy. With her plain looks, introverted nature, and average grades, she was the girl nobody noticed. In stark contrast, Akeno was the queen bee of the school. Her beauty was legendary, her grades impeccable, and her charm unmatched. She was the girl every student wanted to befriend, and Maria couldn't help but despise her for it.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Confessions Unveiling the Heart's Hidden Truths
The Power of Confessions Unveiling the Heart's Hidden Truths Confessions have long been a powerful and transformative act, deeply embedded in human culture and psychology. Whether whispered in the confessional of a church, shared in the privacy of a therapist's office, or confessed to a friend over coffee, the act of confessing holds significant emotional and psychological weight. It is an act of vulnerability and courage that can lead to profound personal and relational growth. This article explores the multifaceted power of confessions and their impact on individuals and relationships.
By Hamari Duniya Pak2 years ago in Confessions
The Right Hand Man
It all started back in the army. I was just a young sergeant learning the new ropes and the new protocol. I was naive and inexperience. And everything taught in class did not actually add up in the real world. I was young and ready for action. I was trained, well trained and taught everything I believe matter. The testing was rigorous. And sometimes I thought about backing down. Sometimes I wanted to quit but my family was and is a military family. A family that does not back out of conflict. A family that stands with its troops. A family that will never quit or cower. That was my family Harack and I made many friends along the way. I had many friends who would calm my nerves and keep me stable. And many of them were in my troops. Pete was the most loyal. Every time I had an issue, he knew what to do. Every time I was stress he knew what to do. He was my best friend. He would remind me of where I came from. He would encourage me. The life of a commander is hard. The life of any officer is difficult especially when you worry about your men day and night because losing one of them could end your career, could end your hopes and dreams could end your future. I thought hard and long about every mission. I did not take it for granted. Pete would come in and check in on me when I was planning how to accomplish the mission. And Pete would offer insight into what I should do. Pete also introduced me to the love of my life, a Captain. I love women in a uniform. Her family was immigrants but Camelle was the perfect woman. She was a darling and a dream. She was a fantasy and sight. She blew my mind out the first time I saw her. And Pete was the wing man to get me her number. Pete told her how brave I was. Pete told her how smart I was. Pete told her how strong I was. Pete was my right hand man. And so when I was promoted, I did not forget my friends. I did not forget my brothers. They were family. Even though I was planning to build a family with Camelle, I still was loyal all the way and totally. And so when my men and I was sought on this dangerous mission, I propose and married Camelle. And spent several months with her and she was pregnant. And she told me and I only told Pete. Pete was happy and we did our special handshake and hug. I promised to tell my men after the battle. It was the toughest battle of my life. Every minute was nerve-wracking. I told my men to keep the gun by them at all times both day and night. We were in the heat of battle. And we did not lose anyone that easy or yet. And my commander ordered me to move from the position to gain ground. I tried to tell him it is dangerous and hard and difficult but he reminded me that he was the commander and I was just an officer. So I had to choose who should go, I told my men that the fight is hard and difficult but whoever go will be given valiant and honor. I said for the glory of the union the glory of the military united we stand but divided we fall. And Pete was the first to go with me and numerous of other men went and we kept most of them at the base. And so we went it was hard going through machine gun fire but we formed a shield and made it in the first position then the second but the third, a man was left behind and I went to get him and Pete covered me. The man was shot severely and I pulled him back and asked Pete and the other men to cover. But it was not enough, the enemy started throwing grenades and one came near me. And Pete reacted and screamed and saw it and threw his bag over it and push me out the way. And that was it Pete died. And a few others were severely wounded. I will never forget the look on the other soldiers and on his family. And the look on Camelle's face, my right hand man was gone and I never looked at war the same again.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
My Diary: The Beginning . Content Warning.
16:36 29-05-2024 spectualar this word may not hold meaning right now but if said in sense it just cant be ignored if i am right,what gives me the right to say so it just you have heard of the freedom to speech likewise okay so cut to this nonsenses lets come to the point i am currently watching 13 reason why cause why not the sense of enjoyment is for what people do it likewise like as a know but there might be some people who just watches and do things just to drive their minds and that what we are talking about now and the first word don't even hold a meaning for now at least and let's move on with our story its was about the diver stating ourselves from what that is different for everyone but still is connect us and this connection are sometime feels very familiar just like the unannounced things for in specific people they come and go sometimes they come at the w=right time and sometimes they go at a very wrong time i don't know why but for sure they does hold meaning for the particular time atleast like this is something stupid i am doing right and i am thinking i might post it too cause Ai content for sure is not getting me the attention i want like i love writing but specifically about me the people are or the things that hold a meaning which is quite meaningful to me that is what i am or where i stand okay i am not proud or something but i guess i am just tired cause i am just a highschool student right or does it now make me sound stupid to you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i might sound stupid but what i said holds a lot meaning i am just writing things as is it a diary page but no one writes thing like this in their diaries for sure. and i don't know where i started and where i am ending . ( just because i mentioned 13 reasons why does not mean i wanna take my life or something no ways i am just tired highschool student afterall) And that word don't have a meaning........
By Candra G2 years ago in Confessions
The Heartache
Doctor never stop trying to fix others. She would work hard and make sure that everyone was cared for. She would check in on others. She was a kind woman. She was a good woman. And I remember her, she loved the Lord and she loved people. She was a strong woman and of good character. She reflected herself among the foundation that she started with her husband. She was a bold woman. I remember her hugs and good conversation. Doctor was rich. She had orchards and land and homes. But she was humble, she knew where she came from and where she was going. Doctor did not begrudge working hard and fighting for good causes. And she was strong, she was brave, and she was a overall good person. Doctor never hated working hard. And she had worked hard to build a family with her husband. She came from humble beginnings. She never intended any harm. And she never tried to offend anyone. She was just a good person. Then it happened that her husband suddenly died on a trip to Africa trying to save the orphanage. She was devastated but she held on. And all the people he helped came to support her. People from around the world and she could not help herself but to cry over her beloved husband. She never questioned God why but she knew her mission was to still heal. She knew she had to hold on for her family and the foundation. Doctor requested that 'My Help Cometh for the Lord' be played at her husband's funeral. She cried but with strength and dignity. She was not afraid to let her feelings show. She was not afraid to be surrounded but she knew she was loved and she knew her family was loved and she knew her husband was loved. She heard the stories of her husband's friends. She heard the tributes pouring in and she started to smile again. And she was warm and happy. She knew that her husband lived a well life. And I gave her my assistance. i came back to the foundation. I started going to the foundation when I was sick in the hospital because her husband was wide acclaimed. He was a good doctor too and he encouraged me to fight for life. I remember her husband as if he was still living. That man could do good works and he did not stop even when falling. And he had an infectious character that filled the foundation. I was inspired to work for the foundation and his wife Doctor invited me to become a full time worker. I took the charge as if it was life important. Now that her husband passed, I treated Doctor as if she was my own mother or a mother like figure. Sometimes we would celebrate by singing and dancing and partying when the foundation made numerous of successes. I remember working hard in college and at the foundation. The work was prestigious and the work was good. The work was character building and the work was structural. I did not mind serving because the foundation kept me going. And the leaders were inspired by the founders. Then the unthinkable happened, I just saw Doctor and I heard she passed. And something in me died, I cried over and over again. All I could think of is the songs that we sang together when celebrating. I cried all the way through getting ready one day. And I was just down and hurt. I could not stop. But I remember the good as there was bitter fighting over the foundation and its future. I just kept praying and praying. And then I let go and let God. Every now and then I could hear those songs and shed tears. When people that special entered your life, you just don't forget. You remember. You loved. You think and you do. You are forever changed. You are never the same. You are better for that. And they become the midwife for your new life. The midwife for your future. That's what Pastor Osteen or TD Jakes or Joyce Meyers said before. And that's what the Doctor and her husband were to me..
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Things That Happened Today
Introduction This is going to be one of those pieces where I talk about things, but don't give examples. You may know what I'm talking about, or you may think you know what I am talking about but I won't let any secrets slip.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
The Goodman
I worked for Mrs. Carpenter for many years. Mrs. Carpenter was a well to do woman. She was lovely and successful. She was happily married. And I love my job. I get paid to advise. I get paid to help people decorate. And so my job hooked me up with Mrs. Carpenter. She was a high profile client. And my boss wanted me to do everything in my power to make her feel welcome. And so we met and Mrs. Carpenter admired me. She was very welcoming and kind. She saw my plans on the second outing and she loved everyone of them. She loved my mind and my thoughts. She was just a good woman who saw my potential. And I asked to meet her husband. And Mrs. Carpenter said that he is away and that she is the main payer of the renovations. And that he allows her to do whatever. And so I was respectful and never asked again. Mrs. Carpenter asked for luxury. She asked for exquisite. She asked for Versailles. And I had to work really hard on the plans. I was one of the best interior designers on this side of the country. I put everything into fixing her house. She was very confiscated and she was very poise. She wanted the best and better. She wanted the best house in the region. And she wanted better than her neighbor. And I had to do many things to fulfill her fantasy. And when we finally after months got her plans, Mrs. Carpenter asked for me to oversee it. And I told her I was not qualified but she was persistent. And so my boss gave in for an additional bonus fee and Mrs. Carpenter happily paid. I usually would work days but I started working both nights and days for Mrs. Carpenter. My friends started to notice that I kept away from them. I was not going to the bar and I was not hanging out with them. I was completely dwelt on working and they called many times wondering where I've been and when I get off. But I promised them that I would make it up to them when I get that big paycheck on the weekends. And Mrs. Carpenter inquired that I come even late at night because that's when I could see what the contractors finished for the day. And so I came many nights, I had to dress up because that was my job protocol. I was alone and professional. And then one night Mrs. Carpenter dressed in robe said You seem like a goodman. You seem very smart, handsome, and strong. What I would like in a man? And I said I thought you were married. And she open the robe in lingerie and said my husband is always away doing something and I don't know. She begin to cry and try to embrace. And I tried to calm her down. She just kept crying and then she grab me and begin kissing. And I tried to fight her off but I had not been with my girlfriend in a while. I had not been with anyone in a while. I was lonely, desperate and wanting. And so I gave in to Mrs. Carpenter. And then I left in the morning. She was madly in love and happy. And I went away on the weekend. And I even went to church but something the pastor said got to me. He said you think your sins doesn't stink. You think you can do wrong and be right. You think you can make a mess and it will be fix. But God knows. All secrets belong to God and he will reveal them. And I left the church and went home and I called Mrs. Carpenter and said I could recommend another designer but she was mad for me. I avoided work many days and my boss threatened to fire me but he blackmailed me to work on and on and to continue the relationship. My friends heard and tried to help me. They found a loophole in the employment contract. And I quit. I lost my career. I lost my job. And I lost my dignity. Then I turned on the radio and the pastor said all is not lost all is not lost. You have your dignity. you have your respect. God still loves you and care. And I stopped the car and my head fell into my hands as I was miserable and down and depressed. And I said if there is a God I asked for his forgiveness and help me Lord. Help me. And immediately a thought came Open your own business. And I took the money for my unemployment and started my own company ethically. My story.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
