humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Bambi BoBo & Bella
Bambi Bobo and Bella 3 bees Bobo is quite unique he is the protector of elderly woman name Irene. He sits on a chair he has been trained to sit on and not jump off and notifies all visitors arrival. They are called the three bees, Bobo is the star. Bella the oldest of the three has raised and contributed to the births of two children from the family she was adopted from and spent many years working in the entertainment industry and a loving pet. The peacefulness of the office continues as she come to the office. Bella is about ten years old and she barely barks now. To help with our work taking care of elderly Irene she sleeps under Irene's bed during her weekly therapy and Mom starts to feel better.
By Wanda B Henry4 years ago in Humans
A Day in the Life
My day starts around noon when I wake up from a previous shift or a much-needed day off. It takes a while to fully wake up and start moving. When I finally do, I am able to get much of the things done that most people have to wait until after they get off to get done. If I have nothing to get done before the start of my shift I ponder around the house. I move slow and take things in time. I am recharging you see, trying to get back that mental energy to look past the aches and pains that my body is throwing at me. Then I have to stock my emotional bucket with enough caring and sympathy to get through the shift. If I have time or energy I will do something to take care of myself, like yoga, stretching, or working out. A lot of days though that doesn't happen. I have spent too much time trying to recharge. This is especially true near the end of the workweek.
By Sean Belfrage4 years ago in Humans
Four A.M. Chronicles
I don’t work traditional hours. I am often up at four am because the creative juices are flowing and I don’t want to stop. My children have a routine. They sneak into my room while I sleep and turn on their current favorite show, Scooby-Doo or Bread Barbershop. When my alarm goes off, I pull out my phone, my iPad, and my MacBook to start checking my dashboards to see how my stories are doing, check my email for freelance contracts, and make my to-do list for the day. I am a writer. I create worlds, paint pictures with words, and express the emotions everyone has. “Are you done typing mommy?” my son asks while peering into my screen. I pause to feed my toddlers' breakfast and breastfeed my newborn. We switch over to YouTube preschool videos. “What day is it? What day is it? What’s the day of the week?” I sing as I share on my socials and scroll for challenges and competitions to enter. I lament the bartending job I left and the cash I counted every night. It can become tedious building a following and troll for likes. Then I get that like or share or subscription that every artist craves and it fuels my next post.
By Bianca Grant4 years ago in Humans
40 Hour Soul
Audio version of the story: https://youtu.be/gNosQzcyPo0 I get paid to frown and smile for the strangers I visit. I suit up in a faded blue shirt that struggles to contain my dad belly and drive a tired Chevy van where the air conditioning is conditional.
By James Blackford4 years ago in Humans
‘Immature/mature’ is a dichotomy that needs to go
The terms immature and mature as a dichotomy have recently occurred to me as unhelpful over-generalisations of the rainbow concept of maturity. The reason for this is that maturity exists on a never-ending spectrum where a line cannot be drawn across it. That line cannot be drawn because maturity itself is a constructed collection of emotional and spiritual colours that can be at different individual stages of development. Those colours are emotional regulation and responsibility, compassion, empathy, acceptance, adaptability, humility, and so on. The journey along the rainbow from immaturity towards maturity is one of healing. In this essay I will outline why I think that using immature and mature as dichotomous labels is unhelpful for our healing and can actually be damaging.
By Jacopo Mulini4 years ago in Humans
Who The Hell Cries Outside of a Subway?!
The sun was shining today, I had to put sunglasses on. It’s February. The wind was kicking me in the ass, as me and Gabby walked around town. I saw something I didn’t want to see and had to take a minute to sit down and try not to cry. Then I heard the sounds of an ambulance and really?! It was as if something — or someone — was up there, willing me to have a breakdown outside of a fucking Subway. Who the fuck cries outside of a Sub-well I mean I nearly did but managed to gather it together until me and Gabby were sat outside the pub that’s been closed for months-way?!
By meg ivy brunning4 years ago in Humans
The Disabled Enabler!
Life is full of defining decisions, and it would seem that mine is fuller than most these days. I was diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis in 2019. The news that I have an incurable autoimmune disease with only one goal, putting me in a wheelchair, would have been enough, but oh no, I got a diagnosis of Celiac in the same week.
By VNessa Erlene4 years ago in Humans
