humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
I felt
“I felt …… it was so strange. This must be what grandpa talks about. Opa is so stubbornly set in his way – in ‘protecting his humanity’, as he likes to say. Where is the humanity in having a grandfather who shows obvious favoritism towards my less fortunate cousins?
By Jerry Smeding5 years ago in Humans
Smiles for the Bag Lady
May I share with you an interesting little roller coaster ride I took recently? It was eye opening, disappointing about the state of our world, and made me more determined to try to do better for people who are less fortunate than me, even if only in small ways. One way is to try to inspire people to think.
By Anne van Alkemade5 years ago in Humans
But Carrot Tops Are Green
Nine years old and deprived of my visual senses, I grip the rough, cold hand of an unknown man, hoping the faith I have in them is not misplaced. Gravel shifts beneath my feet as I drop from the final step onto what I assume is the street below, the rumbling hum of engines now catching my ear. The world is different when you’re young and blindfolded, everything seems so loud. I feel her presence beside me, comforted by the fact that my much older partner in crime is still with me. We’re on this ride together, just the two of us, and that, at least, is something. BG and her mini me, in it to the end. Her nervous voice breaks the white noise of the outside world, asking where they are taking us, but her pleas are to no avail. There is no verbal answer to her queries, merely a mild increase in pace.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Humans
High School
Day 1 There were 200 of us assembled in the school hall. The morning had just begun and I wanted out. There is nothing worse than this, drowning in a sea of navy blue assholes. Everyone had navy blue shorts, shirt, jumper and socks. ‘Hi, my name is Michael’ I offered to shake his hand, but he just looked at me like I was queer. You may wonder how someone looks at you as if you’re queer, well… the corner of his lip twitches as if about to snarl, his eyebrows lower as his eyes focus on their target, and his body pulls away from you as if you’re contagious.
By Michael Alexander5 years ago in Humans
LUNCHROOM MISERY
Usually when you see images of the first Black children to integrate America’s public schools in the 1950s and 60s, they show the Black kids being escorted by Federal Agents or U.S. soldiers to all-White schools as angry White mobs protest their presence.
By Michelle Petties5 years ago in Humans
Picture It, Indiana
So I’ve never had friends. The hardest thing in the world for me was to make a new friend. I was different. My grandmother encouraged my differences, my mother encouraged them up to a point. I stood out from the class. I stood out in any crowd. My head never hung high with pride. I walked through my childhood with my head so low my chin nearly dragged behind me. Second grade should be the easiest grade for any kid between the ages of seven and eight, but for me it was just as lonely as any grade I’d ever been to prior.
By Jazzmine Wolfe5 years ago in Humans
Dear Me,
Be honest, at some point or another everyone has written or has thought about writing a letter to their future selves. What if, instead of writing to your future self, you wrote to your past self? What would you say? While you think about that, you can enjoy mine.
By Mckayla Corder5 years ago in Humans
