humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
A Charity For The Heart and The Sole
In life, sometimes the path we thought we would go down changes into a path we were destined to go down, and when this happens, we can find our true purpose in life. I discovered this first-hand when I stumbled upon a need, started a charity, and dedicated my life to helping kids.
By Daniel J Price5 years ago in Humans
Write, Revise, Repeat
It was just a typical school day. I got to school at the break of dawn. I ran through the halls, splashing through puddles as I tried to beat the clock to my class. I never did, of course, and if I had slept the night before instead of imagining my bed as a pirate ship, plundering the seven seas, I might've. But I'd like to imagine I did. The rest of the day was a blur, not because I don't remember it, but because I had been daydreaming the entire time. Finally, I made it to lunch, excited to play tag with my best friend once I finished eating. But he suggested a new game this day. He wanted to play pretend, and from then on, we would do that almost every recess. We would imagine ourselves as spies, being in a zombie apocalypse, and more. We would even pretend to fight using over-the-top weapons and abilities.
By Javier Romero5 years ago in Humans
Creativity
My passion is carried by inspiration brought upon by a series of divine events. I am passionate about art, expression and being free to do this. Art and expressing art, helps to inspire others and allows a connection, and opportunity to see the world through your eyes. This allows for others to view a different perspective on life to their own.
By Karen Quinn5 years ago in Humans
A story of memories
It’s dark and I can’t feel anything, I can’t see anything. Then boom everything has is happening. it’s happening so fast; it seems everything is being fast forward like something out of a movie. I remember small things but not many. I still do not know anything, I do not know where, or who I am or what I am even do here. Time goes on fast and I start to feel things. I physically and emotionally. I feel my mother pick me up and she gives me a hug, I feel love. She carry’s me around in her arms and she sings to me. She sings to help me sleep. I start to remember traveling to places. I remember walking on a beach and in the distance, I see a big giant scary lizard, I walk towards it. Filled curiosity, I want see what it was, but before I got any closer, I get picked up by a woman. Later I see the big light set on the ocean waters. It was beautiful and the colors of pink, orange and purple cover the skies. My first memories
By Tyrhys Wilson5 years ago in Humans
Second battle of the Little Bighorn
The roaring cloud of cursing and yelling tongues drowned out my thoughts as I looked into the darkened eyes of the kid standing only a few feet away from me. We didn’t know each other and there was no hostility between us; we were standing toe to toe because we didn’t fit in. He didn’t fit in because he was from an age-old rival in the Crow tribe and I didn’t fit in because I was as white as a piece of notebook paper. We were the spectacle and the crowd of young Northern Cheyenne kids wanted to find out who would be the winner and the loser.
By John Absher5 years ago in Humans
The Arrival
Social Shock ~ By Liesel Kippen The day had finally arrived. I was leaving my roots, my neighbourhood, my province, my country and my home. I was leaving South Africa to immigrate to Australia. A sudden feeling of fear, pain, sadness and loneliness engulfed me. I was going to a foreign land; one where I had never been to before. My feelings and emotions of an immigrant were hard to describe at the time; anguish, pain, hope, uncertainty, dismay…a number of feelings which I could n’t quite put my finger on. I think back to the initial moments, where a sudden vision of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea, vividly flashed through my mind. With sunken ideas and a myriad of thoughts frantically finding room space in my head, I envisaged the suffering and hardships that were soon to follow. I was about to start again, at the ripe old age of 35 years. Youthfulness was no longer my fervent companion. Instead, signs of old age had started to appear and tiredness from constant re-orientations had found a comfortable corner in my being. Starting again from scratch in a foreign country, with no family or friends, and without a job, left me feeling drained and overcome with immense uncertainty and dread. I was left wondering whether this was a leap in faith or an idiotic decision made by a crazed fool. Either way, I was about to find out. With much of my belongings packed safely into a container headed for Australia, I left with my 2 boys, aged 1 and 3 years, and a number of bags, which would become my only possessions for a while, until my belongings in the container finally reached Australia’s shores. With barely enough to start a new life with in my new country, I embarked on my journey. Feeling forlorn and careful not to show my fear to my kids, I wearily settled into my new life. My children could not see their mother, who was usually in control of most situations that life threw at her, feeling completely helpless and powerless. They needed to be comfortable and at ease with this life-changing decision that I had made. They needed to feel safe and secure in the knowledge that their mum knew what she was doing and had the situation, however mammoth it was, under control.
By Liesel Kippen5 years ago in Humans
Passions of the Heart
Passions of the Heart As a mother of five children, a registered nurse, a wife, homemaker, and artist, my passions lie within creation and for people. I was in an abusive marriage for fourteen years and I’ve always wanted to have a blog, to tell my story, and to reach others who have suffered or are currently suffering at the hands of their spouse, significant other, or by family members. Inside my blog, I would have acrylic painting, cooking, and crafting tutorials as a way to reach my audience and give them resources to heal and put the broken pieces of themselves back together. Art, crafting, cooking, meditation, and videos to connect to my members would all be outlets to reach out and have that connection become reciprocated. I am passionate about being a mother, working as nurse, going to school to become a Family Nurse Practitioner, reaching out to others; it is everything I am and will be about. The happiness of people, connection, making someone’s day, helping someone through a dark time regardless of the cause; they’re all passions within my heart.
By Katie Foster5 years ago in Humans
