humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Thank You, Coach
Coach: I think I have been composing this letter to you for most of my adult life. I’m sorry that I couldn’t get the words together soon enough for you to read them. Now, you have been gone from this earth for longer than my kids have been alive. But your gifts, instilled through hundreds of hours of training, practice and repetition, continue to unfold in unexpected ways. I have always been grateful to you, in my own quiet way, and I’m not sure I did enough to say thank you when you were around to hear it.
By Penny Fuller4 years ago in Humans
A Community Dream
I have a dream to create an inclusive community center, a place where all are welcome regardless. It would be focused on faith, where any one could hold a worship meeting safely, freely in a conference area of the center. It would not matter identity, color, or belief, any could visit without judgement as a rule, just don't harm anyone. There would not be judgement, because it would be understood that all are welcome, and those attending would know that, and be expected to respect the others or choose to go somewhere else. Promoting kindness would be a key component in such a place. It would be a beautiful place, where an emphasis on freedoms to worship as we believe could be realised. Where all are universally welcome, and not made to feel as though they are not allowed to belong or attend. Neighborly love here would be met at a true place of acceptance. We do not all have to agree, be identical, or fit a mold in order to believe, love, or accept each other. We are all human together, and that deserves mutual reciprocal respect.
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Humans
HER NAME WAS MARIA
HER NAME WAS FRAU MARIA RINDER In 1991, I was in the Army and assigned to the 527th Military Intelligence Battalion in Kaiserslautern, Germany. I lived in Wielerbach, a small village 7 kilometers (about 5 miles) northeast of Kaiserslautern. Weilerbach was a convenient 20-minute commute from my unit on Vogelweh Kaserne.
By CORA A METZ4 years ago in Humans
Transient Lullaby
The first half of my childhood was spent in a little white house with a picket fence to match at the very end of a dead-end road. It was a quiet neighborhood, rural and residential. Baby Lane mirrored Oak Orchard Creek and was stopped by a small stream flowing toward the water. Behind the stream was a thick wall of farmland, property that built the economy of the town decades before and continues to nourish it to this day. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, but if I opened my window just a few inches I could hear the waterfall in the small ravine that separated my yard from the neighbors on the other side. The natural borders surrounding my home provided privacy, which in turn provided peace of mind.
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Humans
Obligated
We hold them accountable. Actors, sports stars, musicians, politicians, we hold all of them accountable. They have a voice. They have an audience. People listen to things that they have to say. So they, especially African Americans should speak out right? They should all speak out against the social injustices of this country. A lot of them do just that.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Humans
Hometown Heros in Alaska
Dear Hometown Heros! I applaud you. I used to believe that if you were a hero- you would be in the papers, on the news, talking to Oprah, or running a non-profit organization. It meant that I had one picture standing next to you, smiling, and then signing a release form to have it posted on social media. It meant that you had thousands of people who knew your name, wanted to have lunch with you, or talked about you over the dinner table.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins4 years ago in Humans






