humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Basic Intelligence By Life Experience
Since we have destroyed what little faith people had of God, and the little respect for ourselves as humans and human life, we are faced with adversaries. Unbearable to some unbeatable to others. The truth has been in our faces yet hidden all the same. It has brought us to confusion. What to believe? What should anyone believe?
By Frisca Rios5 years ago in Families
"But they're family"
Throughout history and culture, people have found ways to forgive things that they wouldn't usually forgive because the offender was family. This stretches from little mistakes to horrendous crimes. And, of course, the opposite has always taken place too. Parents throughout history have disowned children and vice versa. But this isn't easy, and I think it's fair to say that there is a pressure in society, both internally and externally, to find understanding when the conflict took place with a close relation. Now, I think an exception that proves the rule more often than not is divorcees. Many people who divorce do not want anything to do with their ex and feel no pressure to. In fact, the opposite is prevalent in many cases. But what is common is for people to make amends when children are involved. And that illustrates the difference. It doesn't need to be stated that most people care very deeply for their relationships with their children, because their children are their blood. That's why, say, a childless couple who bitterly divorce may often have no desire to make amends because their is nothing to lose. This societal and personal pressure is something you feel to those whom you are blood-related. Fiction has often shown this, too. Look at the plot of 'The Godfather' (SPOILER ALERT), where Michael Corleone changes from the nice guy to the ruthless mobster all because of his family and his father.
By Matty Long5 years ago in Families
Beatrix. Bipolar. Barista
You can't begin to tell me why I should keep up this whole charade. The last time I came home, fed the cat, cleaned up the dirty dishes left in the sink, picked up all the empty beer bottles, turned off the television, and then got into bed and shagged you, I fantasized about getting on an old Yankee Clipper, and flying away to Hong Kong or whatever, and never having to see this place again. That's where I really am, metaphorically speaking. I'm the Dragon Lady, and Uncle Stevie will never catch me. I slither in my silk robes. I read tea leaves, and my fingers race over the abacus, as I sing a sad song. Metaphors are more important than you think.
By Steven Bridenbaugh5 years ago in Families
Ignorance of Iesha
It had been a long time since I saw my homeboys in the hood. We were separated by life choices, decisions and responsibilities. Living only nine miles away from one another, it may as well have been light years. Many different youth sporting events, work, gym, community gatherings and backyard BBQ’s is how I spend my time. Being a father of six, most of that time is spent at youth sporting events and activities. Life for my homies was spent drastically different from mine. We shared our life and times with different types of people doing very different things. Nonetheless the love was still there; I would always have their back and they would always have mine.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
Red and Blue Lights
Red and blue lights flashed across my eyes as the officer escorted me to his vehicle. The moon and stars watched as his right hand guided me to the back end of the car while the other yanked the door handle, pulling it aside for me to enter. The darkness of the interior consumed me as I sat on the hard, plastic seat. A cage separated me from the policeman as he slid into the driver’s seat, shutting his door and revving the engine to life. I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes as the vehicle rumbled, remembering the events leading to this moment.
By Nathaniel Warren5 years ago in Families
We Discovered Africa In A Town Next Door
We Discovered African In A Town Near Chester: Crossing boundaries to the town next door John W. Gilmore We called it Africa when we were children. It was a very large swath of undeveloped land in Eddystone PA, running along a little creek right beside the fish store pet shop and across from a grocery store with a smaller clump of undeveloped land behind it. Since it had no name, as far as we were concerned, it was White Africa and the other side Black Africa. There was a creek running through White Africa, but you couldn’t really swim there.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Families
L'Homme vrai aime son pays
I wasn’t born in Wales, and I don’t speak the Celtic language of the people, but even as a child, fascinated by the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, I felt in me the spirit of the Welsh bard that propagated these tales and gave life to the legends.
By The Bantering Welshman5 years ago in Families
The Mocking Tree
Keith was a demanding young man in control of all things in his life, especially his wife. Young was the couple when they first met. They grew up in the same small town in Connecticut as neighbors and family friends. All of Kelly’s people knew all of Keith’s people and vice versa. Generations of their families had come up together. Even as a young boy Keith liked to have things his way and he would do anything to win no matter how big or small the issue. It was always his way or the highway. That didn’t sit well with his father so Keith decided against going into the family business.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
