humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
A picnic at Kregnaino
When I was in school, picnics were a part of routine activity. I am not sure if the present-day children know the meaning of this word, but to us, it used to bring an immense thrill. It was customary for the school administrations to take the children to picnics at least once a year.
By The Writer Friends5 years ago in Humans
Mr. Man
Long drives. Too many bathroom breaks to count. A trip that I will cherish forever. The date is May 27th, 2021. My friend, her dad, her dad’s girlfriend, and I are on a road trip around the United States. Today is the day that we are traveling through Yellowstone National Park. We have been waiting for this moment for months, so we are all so excited to go see Old Faithful, and my friend’s dad is excited to see the bears. Little do I know that I am about to have the most inspiring interaction, and it is not with a person. We load up to leave the hotel and make what feels like the longest drive EVER. It is only five and a half hours, but it feels like an eternity with all of the anticipation. Once we arrive, we are all instantly on the look out for any wildlife we can find. We spot some bison here and there, and stop to take pictures of them from a far. As we are making our way through the park, we see this one particular bison no more than two or three feet from the road, and pull off to the opposing side to get pictures of this precious creature. As we are sitting there, my friend’s dad dares someone to get out. No one wants to risk it because they are scared of what he might do if disturbed. Well, everyone except me. I am not worried about him harming me, but I am hesitant to open my door, since I definitely do not want to scare him off. I tell my friend’s dad that I am worried about scaring the bison, which at this point I had named Mr. Man after noticing his signs of old age. Her dad then proceeds to taunt to me, trying to provoke me to get out. I slowly pull open my door and slip out of the car to get some clearer photos. As I stand outside of the car just across the street from this creature that could clearly take me down, I notice that the same way that I am not afraid of him, he is also not afraid of me. He just keeps eating the grass like nothing is out of the ordinary. Of course, he is used to being watched and seeing tons of people in close proximity to him, but it was the fact that I had never seen any other wild animal stand so unbothered by the presence of a human. People have destroyed so many habitats to cater to our overpopulation that seeing animals just out and about is a rare occurrence. Animals fear things that they find dangerous so I expected him to be concerned by me getting closer to him, yet Mr. Man is standing there just... coexisting with me. I am completely captivated by this beautiful creature, and as I respect his space he does the same for me. I slip my way back into the car, and take a few more moments to just appreciate this once in a lifetime experience. As I am sitting there, Mr. Man looks up directly at me, as if he can hear my thoughts. He is just staring at me, and I am just looking at him. He is giving me a look of understanding as if he knows that I am waiting on him to acknowledge me, and I will never forget how fortunate I felt to be able to have that heart fulfilling moment. Animals in the wilderness are portrayed to people as if they are constantly fighting to survive, but for the first time in my life I got to see just how glorious and beautiful nature can be.
By Penelope Williams5 years ago in Humans
Homeless Woman On My Porch. Should I Call The Cops?
The first time I saw her, I wanted to call the cops. I didn’t like her sitting on the bottom of the stairs that lead to the front door of my apartment. I was living in a 2 story house that had been converted into 2 or 3 apartments. 2 if you didn’t count the room directly to the left of the front door that the landlord was using for storage. He was always saying he was going to rent it out but never did.
By Susan Lewis5 years ago in Humans
The Saddest Moments Of My Life Involve Hair
I hadn’t showered in one week. As the technician pulled one last small, round electrode off of my head, I winced in pain. The pain was nothing compared to how grateful I was to finally take a shower. I had been on the epilepsy monitoring unit for a week, with electrodes glued to my head on one end and plugged into a wall on the other.
By Camille Prairie5 years ago in Humans
my job is my hobby
Ever since my children were born with disabilities and health problems I have researched and studied their conditions and learnt from them. While working full time I volunteered at their special schools, took them to hospital appointments and took them to specialist therapies.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Humans
Passions
When I considered the title of this challenge I had to stop and think. I love reading and writing, studying and playing the piano but what actually gets me fired up enough to speak out? I have a Facebook page where I share my thoughts in both prose and poetry so I had a look back to see if there was a recurring theme. And there was. I discovered a curious mix of sentimental prose, rather dark fiction and poetry that I have obviously written from the lofty heights of my soapbox.
By Julie Murrow5 years ago in Humans
Walk With Me
When I first read the caption of writing about your passion, I started instantly thinking about my walk of life. Ever since I was young I wanted to help and it didn't matter where, how, who or when. It was a deep joy that gave me a feeling I couldn't put into words. An overwhelming happiness and peace so deep its addictive. Currently I am a mother of two teenagers and have countless experiences that this life has given. Some have been blessings and some have been painful lessons. But I always pulled through every time. I have seen many of my friends fall victim to drugs or shootings. And have listened for countless hours to many people who just needed to vent. All anyone has ever wanted was someone to hear them. Someone to help them sort out their personal problems without judgement. I recently starting loving myself again. And let me tell you that was a difficult task to say the least. But in my struggles I have been blessed to have learned many different things that I can now put to use for my true internal passion. Helping Others. Sometimes people get lost in their pain and struggles and feel like they can never feel whole happy or alive again. I feel like its my job to help them through the battle of hopelessness. The healing process of ones soul and whole being is a roller coaster ride that no one should have to ride alone. Being committed and passionate about helping to heal is the best commitment I have ever made to myself. I know I will never be able to help as many as I wish but I can help as many that want to heal. Ultimately my end goal is to start a non-profit organization for children of any kind. This is my desired passion for my children as well as all other children. If I can provide a " forever foundation" for children or families that struggle just to pay bill and survive monthly, weekly, or even daily bases I will be so happy. The out line is this, when I was sixteen if I would have owned a piece of property somewhere, I am sure it would not have mattered. When I was at the age of twenty six i would have wanted to sell it because it would have meant money. And at thirty six I would have appreciated having my own little place to be that no one could tell me that I could no longer be there. No matter if it was a mobile home, a self built one room cabin, or a mansion , it would have been a place to start. No matter where life took me and no matter where I travelled, I always would have a place to start over. The ability to help in so many ways is a dream of mine that I will continue to thrive for daily. Because see my family are wonderful God fearing insightful people. They have all accomplished many things in their lives. My mom was the "black sheep" because she was wild back in the day. She would drink and smoke and even do acid she says. But her heart has always been so pure and bold and many have taken advantage of that. This is something that I will touch on later when I can go into details. I have watched my mother work two and three jobs at one time, trade a can of cigarettes for a can of soup so I could eat. You see, she wouldve done anything for me when in fact all I really needed was HOME. But It has taken me almost five years from the start of my spiritual journey to figure out that my favorite color is blue in search of what home really is to me. So it is my opinion that if I can start something with the ability to help a child or a spirit feel like the struggle of surviving isnt the only thing that life is about, then i want to. If I can truly pull this idea into a reality it can be a foundation built on love care acceptance and honor for people that may not have been as blessed in this life as others.
By Angel m Chronister5 years ago in Humans
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time, it's the beginning of stories throughout humanity and similar versions exist in stories across all cultures. 'Once, in a time long ago,' 'In the time when...' and others are variants on the same theme, but ultimately those four little words that begin any fairy or folk tale sets the listener in a place or time that is not the present but simultaneously could be. It is an insight into the timelessness of the human experience that the storyteller is trying to draw the listener into.
By Alyssa Curtayne5 years ago in Humans
My creative path
So I was originally an athlete projected to go pro in baseball following the 2020 season at Compton college following my full recovery from a rotator cuff injury I had going into my freshman year. Baseball was my main passion and outlet for expression, no matter what I was going through in my day that gave me a sense of meaning. My school had gotten into a fight after a 13 inning game that ended at 12:20am which I ended up getting suspended a week and a half for then COVID canceled the rest of our season and I was left to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Sports had played such a fundamental role in how I navigated the world and without that in my life I felt lost. I had always been into clothing however and stumbled into a seminar on e-commerce which I really got into around March of last year. I decided I wanted to start my own clothing brand which I had tried to do back in high school but ended up not going through all the way with it because at time I had no graphic design skills and neither did anyone I knew. My brand started as a print on demand thing where I outsourced my clothes to be made by someone else in a warehouse but as I was going through samples I looked at the clothes and told myself I could do better so I purchased a heat press and vinyl cutter to put my own designs on clothes and as time went on my ideas for my clothes got more intricate and I realized that I wanted what I make to have a deeper meaning so I purchased a sewing and embroidery machine and drove 2 hours to pick it up at 10pm in Palm Springs in crazy wind read the manual about 15 times over page to page for 3 days then started experimenting and getting to work. I already had a basic idea of how sewing worked from my childhood patching up holes I had in my socks and shorts from being active all the time so once I figured out how the machine worked it was easy to go from there. My style in the clothes I make currently is cut and sew and I thrift a bunch of pieces of clothes that I find unique or interesting and I put them together in a creative way. The first cut and sews I did were tshirts with cut up bandanas on them, I called the collection “colors are subjective” and it comes from growing up in LA and literally experiencing every type of person along the way and as I got older colors really started to have heavier meanings to them. There’s been times walking to the liquor store right by my old house where I’d get pressed by people outside asking where im from who I went to elementary with and it was like bro you know me. Then they’d be like oh damn wassup but it was always off a wrong fit at the wrong place at the wrong time scenario but the reaction triggered off what was being worn was a result of those peoples lives they lived growing up. Like red has its own meaning to everyone same as blue pink purple and so on, it’s subjective to your own experiences in how u regard it so I made this collection to show a freedom of expression and interpretation amongst the color patterns n how everything goes together there’s black white n grey tees in this collection. I also have been doing custom work and 1 of 1 pieces to show my form of expression to the world, all of the color dyes on my clothes are done by me as well. One of my favorites recently is a hoodie I made where the bottom half is the top of a pair of jeans with a stacked denim pocket over the original hoodie one.
By naren hunter5 years ago in Humans
