humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Suffering Is Not a Requirement of Morality (The Religious Content Free Edition!)
Note: Hello Vocal. Another reminder to my moderator friends that I goofed the first time I submitted this and included religious content. What a doofus right? Definitely should have read the rules before pulling out the old wallet and shelling out 99 smackaroons for a membership. Oh well, lesson learned. No worries though as I have removed any and all reference to any of that silly religion stuff and present to you now a fully religious content version free edition! Enjoy!
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Humans
The "proper" way to speak isn't always the best way to live
If you spend at least two hours with me you will learn that one of the biggest words in my dictionary is bro.I say bro so much people start to become the actual word bro. I say bro to everybody i say bro to my friends and i say bro to my family i even say bro to the air when its the only thing i can speak to.Some people hate when i say bro others have gotten used to it and some even say it now with me
By Michelle LJ5 years ago in Humans
To Be Seen
"I see you," Neytiri says to Jake in Avatar, as she holds his frail body - his human body - for the first time. Previously, she had known him as one of her kind, the 10-foot tall, blue-skinned Na’vi. But in this exquisite moment, he lay in her arms in his human form after she had just saved his life. She is seeing him as his true self, with all of his weaknesses laid bare before her.
By Gretchen Lindemann5 years ago in Humans
Life of Sidney
I originally started writing only as a past time, I found through school I was quite good at writing fiction and I have since branched out my avenues to different genres and other pieces of literature such as magazines, news pieces and other miscellaneous stories. My true passion, however, is horses. I could talk to you all day till I was blue in the face about them. That's sort of what I plan to do now. My life growing up in Michigan was all around uneventful. At four years old I knew just what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be. I begged my parents to get me a horse. We lived on ten acres and down a dead and dirt road no less. We were more than capable of owning animals besides dogs. My dad always told me that we didn't have the room for a horse. At six years old I looked up our county codes and proved him wrong. You needed five acres for the first horse and then an acre per additional. I printed off these codes and made a power point on the benefits of the equestrian lifestyle such as the usefulness of fertilizer in the garden they had every year as well as the fact I'd be too busy caring for my horse instead of the one thing that every dad dreads. Boys. As a birthday present for my 7th or 8th birthday a family friend paid my dues to be in 4-H. I was over the moon. Best birthday present ever as I was finally able to get involved with more animals than just my dogs. I started showing rabbits my first year and placed fairly well that year, my next year I was handling rabbits and in market club, market club was a side benefit of 4-H, basically kids raised a project animal (or animals) and sold them at the end of the year. The club would keep a profit and the rest the kid could do what they wanted with it. My third year in 4-H I got to start learning how to work with and show horses, that year I got my first taste of "owning" my own horse, a friend of my 4-H leaders lent me a couple of his horses for me to use for the summer and I could show the one at fair that year. One time when I was practicing with this particular horse, his name was Grampy, his owner nearly threw me over the saddle and had to pull me back into the saddle seat by my belt loop! He didn't realize I was only ninety pounds soaking wet. Unfortunatley, I didn't place in showmanship or in the western pleasure classes at all that year. The speed classes however, is where I found myself. We placed first overall and got some good pay outs. The next year my friend's dad cornered me in Kmart and asked me a question I never thought I'd hear. "Do you want a horse" I was so shocked I couldn't speak. When I finally got my marbles back in line the first words out of my mouth were "Did you ask my parents" He laughed so hard I thought he was going to keel over right there. He said of course he asked my parents first and that if I wanted her I could have her. Free. I obviously accepted very quickly. Her name was Sidney, she was a brown and black Morgan Paint cross. She hadn't been touched in a few years other than to be moved from one pasture to the other. So what I was getting into I wasn't sure. My bond with her was one I will never forget. Once spring came I started working with her. My uncle bought me my first saddle and I spent several days and hours getting her used to the saddle pad, saddle, and bridle. I was basically starting from scratch with her. I finally decided to get on her one day bareback with just a halter and a lead rope for reins. Not my brightest idea. We were doing great until she decided to buck and I went straight into the hay bale that was in her pasture. It cushioned my fall luckily. When both my mom and the guy who gave her to me was home was my first official ride on her. Gary, her previous owner, told me to ride her acrossed the pasture to the telephone pole that was in her pasture and then trot her back. Even worse idea. When a horse is urged to go faster in the direction they want to go, typically they will get there as quickly as possible. She started bucking halfway across this path and I was quickly losing my seat, we reached the end of the path and I tried to turn her before we hit the electric fence. Unfortunatley turning wasn't in the plans. She hit the electric fence and spun around, when she did it shocked both me and her and of course it hurt, so I screamed. Gary now calls me scream. Any who, after that it took a long time before Sid would trot next to me let alone run with me on her again. However, when I finally showed her it was okay we did fairly well at fair and always cleaned house in the speed events. After I aged out of 4-H (aging out means I turned over the age of 18) I bred Sid to a gorgeous Gypsy Vanner stallion named Feathered Gold Donnovan who I had the pleasure of working with during his stay at my parents. Sid then gave birth 11 months later to a gorgeous black and white filly who I named Jade. To make a long story slightly shorter I traded Jade for a horse for my husband who passed away not long after I did so. I moved Sid back to Spruce from Gaylord where I had moved to and unfortunatley lost her a few months later to a severe infection. She is still the reason I write, she helped me through so many things growing up. It's been two years now that she passed away. I am hoping I'll be able to save up and get back into horses and be able to follow my original dream of owning, showing, and breeding champion horses. That's what inspires me.
By KC Enterprise5 years ago in Humans
The Curry Kid
I was almost 8 years old when my family decided to leave the beautiful island of Indonesia. I always wondered what America would be like. As my innocent eyes gazed out the window of our plane, I turned to my older brother and asked him, “So does this mean we’re going to be white now?”. It was hilarious. To my pleasant surprise, my skin remained caramel brown when we landed. *Phew*
By Anika Mustafiz (Imagine Violet)5 years ago in Humans
More than an Eyeroll!
Emergency Medical Services, as with any public service, is very fluid. We go from job to job, ( "job" is the term we used instead of " call" ) We never know what we're going to be walking in on until we literally walk in. One of the best parts of the our job is that one day is never the same as the next and our " office" is our ambulance. Oh, and just so you know, it's not cool to vomit on the office floor.
By Teresa Wegrzyn5 years ago in Humans
The Garden Variety Girl
To capture a memory, one must go back in time, whether they like it or not. This one, I do not… The year is vague, the episode of my life is clear, as if frozen in time. To opt to relive past pain may seem foolish if not necessary, but to visit the shadows of one’s life can perhaps help to better understand the why, and how of humanity. I am still in the “head scratching” phase of this quest.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Humans
Indoor Skydiving
I was a small child, I wished that I could fly, just like so many other people. I watched a documentary of flamingos once and found myself wishing that I could be just like that flamingo. Just fly wherever I wanted to go. As a got older I learned that humans can not fly as we don’t When have the bone structure for it anyway. The natural way that is! There are many other ways that humans play, every day. From hot air ballooning, aerobatic planes, helicopters, gliders, and passenger planes. Those are some of the many ways in which people fly, daily. There is one way that I have flown that not too many people have, and that is through wind tunneling (indoor skydiving).
By Alisha Allen5 years ago in Humans
Why I Still Ask People Where They Are Originally From
I know that asking people where they are originally from is not considered to be "politically correct" in today's society, and I can understand the reasons for that. You don't want to make people feel as if they don't belong. Here in Canada, a Canadian is a Canadian is a Canadian, as our Prime Minister Justin Trudeau once said. And I don't ever want to make a Canadian feel that they aren't Canadian.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Humans
Stumbling into Haiti’s heart-centered world
In February of 2010, a few weeks after the Haiti earthquake, I was on my way to the devastated country by way of the Dominican Republic. I was wearing my new brown cargo pants fit for my latest role as a humanitarian aid worker.
By Heidi Reed5 years ago in Humans
