humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Generous People
Let me tell you a story of the most generous and compassionate people ! This is a story spanning across two centuries and will include an extended family with such diversity in their bloodline that you just can’t help but understand why they are such a dysfunctional bunch ! Their lineage can be traced all the way back as far as history has been recorded and they have both royalty and peasantry, masters and slaves in their bloodline. They have been known to be worshippers of all sorts of deity’s and absolute non believers as well! They claim origins from every corner of the globe! These people are the epitome of “a bastard family” ! But, oh boy, are they generous and, my goodness, do they give !
By Eric Golliher5 years ago in Families
Jade The orchid
T oppled over in Pain, Jade cried for her mom, her mother did not know what to do for her. All she could do was console her and rub her back and stroke her hair gently to bring her some comfort. Jade had been sick for quit sometime with a rare type of cancer. it sliced through her body like knives day in and day out she was in pain, barely able to eat barely able to walk, and it pained her mother to see her like this.
By zaire baker5 years ago in Families
Rest stop angels
At a rest stop off of I-95, I learned men don’t seem comfortable with a woman in the men’s restroom. I don’t know what I expected when I entered while helping my dad inside, but I figured we’d mostly be ignored. After all, there was nothing really to see. Just a short half-Filipina woman helping her tall, ailing, confused, Caucasian father inside.
By Kerry Eldred5 years ago in Families
*NSYNC + 13 Year-Old Me + An Angel
Family vacation. In my early teens, my father had a questionably luxurious job which allowed him to travel for work. As he loved his family more than anything, this gave us the grand privilege of tagging along a few times. (We were homeschooled)
By Jeremy David Witt5 years ago in Families
The Joy's Of Uncertainty
I use to wake up every morning and before I’d leave for work I’d always look at the news. I knew I wasn't going to see anything that was going to make me happy. But I felt it was important to develop my understanding of the world in order to be a better part of it. I would see people both locally and around the world who were stricken by poverty, not by their own decisions, but by the time and place they happen to be born. The only real difference between the kinds of people who have had to live their lives starving and freezing and myself, In my comfortable, normal, first world life, is the lives that we were born into.
By Tyson Rich5 years ago in Families
Pomegranate
Jemima was 10 years old and could not remember a moment in her life when she had not been hungry. She knew her father worked hard to earn money, but she also knew that not a lot of it made it into her mothers worn leather purse, so there was rarely much food on the table and her two older brothers were quick to grab what there was. When she tried to fight them for her share, her mother stopped her saying that the boys needed it more than they did as they must grow into strong men, girls shouldn't eat too much anyway, no one wants a fat wife. After helping her mother clean the kitchen Jemima would lie in her bed telling her rumbly tummy to be quiet as she imagined the delicious meals she would make when she was a grown up and never have to share.
By Rebecca Speirs5 years ago in Families
The Count of Three
“Tom!” “What?” Tom yelled. “Tom!” “What is it?” he yelled again, then cursed under his breath. He ran to the window, hoping there was some other Tom around. Alas, his sister Lindsey was in the street, staring up at him. She waved, her normal way, so energetic — but she was not smiling. He waved back, slightly confused, but the ritual was the same as other times. She wanted him to get in the car.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Families
The Last Divination
I. My grandfather, before he was hit by a truck, used to tell me stories about our ancestors in the mountains. For millennia, he claimed, they raised sheep in the same valleys, drank water from the same wells, and practiced the same traditions. It was, according to him, an unforgiving life: sometimes it rained until their huts were swept away, or their sheep were devoured by wolves. But as there was hardly anything to take from these poor shepherds and farmers—and because the mountains were considered to be impassable—they were rarely visited by armies.
By Willa Chernov5 years ago in Families
Hope Restored
Harvey was worried. Taking stock of his situation he was running out of food. He had four teenage boys, his brother and himself to feed, and as a single father there is only so much money to go around. Checking his bank account, he had approximately $25 to live on for the next few weeks and in order to get out to his customers in the remote places they sometimes lived (to service their receivers) he would need to fill his fuel tank before he got paid again (which would be after the holidays and the start of the new year.) To top it off, Harvey was not able to get his boys more than one gift each for Christmas this year. He had also missed out on signing up for the local program that ensures needy children get a better Christmas. He had heard about it too late and he was too busy taking care of things for his household and at work to be able to apply on time.
By G. R. Reed5 years ago in Families
