humanity
Humanity begins at home.
How NGOs In Delhi Helping Millions of Needy People in NCR
HOW IS AN NGO DEFINED AND HOW DOES IT WORK? A non-governmental organization (NGO) is a legally formed organization formed by natural or legal persons that operate independently of any government, and it is a term commonly used by governments to refer to entities that do not have government status. In cases where NGOs are funded entirely or partially by governments, the NGO maintains its non-governmental status by barring government representatives from the membership.
By Daniel Macchio3 years ago in Families
Dropped
A buzzing sound in Mabel’s ear woke her out of a sound slumber. She opened her eyes and reacquainted herself with her living room. "Jingle Bells" played from the holiday music station on T.V. Her new dog, Frankie stared straight at her ready to lick her face any moment. He was an old Jack Russell she adopted from the shelter last week. Her daughter, Sharon wanted her to get a pet to keep her company since her husband Bart passed last year. It was a comprise Mabel agreed to since she was not going to move in with Sharon and her family which is what her daughter really wanted. When she saw Frankie, she knew he was the one. He was older, but according to the staff at the shelter he still loved to play. They also insisted he could open any door even if it was locked once he heard the squeak of a new toy. She had not tested this theory yet, but several were wrapped under the tree
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Families
Ashes in the Snow
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The snow was just beginning to fall again, swirling around my rented Honda, building on the windshield before getting swiped away. I looked over at dad, well, his urn, buckled almost humorously into the passenger's seat. Leaving him in the trunk or even the back seat seemed disrespectful. Dad always had to ride up front, directing whoever was driving, and making suggestions despite what the GPS said.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Families
24 Days of Elfmas
Since moving to North America from the UK 11 years ago, I have had to learn to grow accustomed to the subtle little differences compared to life back home. I wouldn't say that I have ever had culture shock, but there are certain things that are different for example, fires on the beach to cook s’mores in the summer (illegal in UK (fires, not s’mores I mean)), S’mores, driving on the right side of the road and going around roundabouts backwards, paying to have a bank account, not having to pay to have a TV, etc etc
By Anthony Jennings3 years ago in Families
So, you’re about to be a Dad™… Part II
INTRO; Alright, so we’ve already been over the fun stuff (if you haven’t read part I, you can find it here); now it’s time to get into the nitty-gritty; in other words, the bloody, butthole-tearing entrance your little milk goblin is about to make into our Earthly plane. How exciting for you! To be more exact, we will be going over a handful of subjects; these include how to prepare for and what to expect in the delivery room, things you need to do once the dust has settled as soon as possible, general infant care, what you should actually be concerned about, and general milestones.
By Austin Alan Palaoro3 years ago in Families
Breaking Tradition
When I grew up, we attended huge family gatherings for Thanksgiving. Most were direct family, which was quite large as it was, but often included many shirt-tail relatives and friends. It was fun. Growing up in the Midwest, the fare included a lot of creamy, sugary, butter-laden dishes. And one Aunt always brought the candied yams - Yuck! But a lot of people like them. We always had apple/banana salad in honor of my Grandmother who had passed. It was gross, and I wasn’t alone in my distaste of it, made with apples, bananas, lettuce, gluttonous amounts of sugar mixed with mayo or Miracle Whip. When I got old enough to voice an opinion, I refused to eat it anymore, inspite of the vocalizations of my Aunts telling me I must eat it and like it unless I really didn’t love my grandma. I loved my Grandma very much and she wouldn’t make me eat that crap!
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Families
A Christmas I Don’t Remember Forgetting
There was poop and pee everywhere. On the floor, on the couch. Even a day later, and after a good cleanup, I was still finding poop in nooks and crannies. It even haunted me in my dreams. This is not a good way to start a story, I know, but given the theme of this writing challenge, I thought it best to give a preview where this is going. The events of this disastrous holiday gathering began so innocently, and as a result, I never could have foreseen such a revolting aftermath.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Families
