humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The little black book
A grandfather on his DEATH bed, is asked by his grand daughter. Gd Papa - since I can remember, you've done nothing to make money. Yet we live a wealthy life. I did a dna test and you were an orphan. Mom doesn't know, but I will tell her if you don't tell me why we are wealthy.
By Carlos Rivera5 years ago in Humans
Living her dream
Laura Henderson was a participant in a particular gameshow, Her adrenaline was flowing with excitement. She just had one more question to answer . It was worth $20,000 she cross her fingers this was so important to her. She looked up at the board to see the questions .she had a choice of three.
By Kathleen Merry5 years ago in Humans
Honesty
He sat in his car working hard, trying to make his dreams come to life. He didn't want to be another worker, he thought it was an empty life to stock shelves or serve food. He wanted to make other people feel good, to help them help themselves, should they want to. He wanted to be as regenerative and as helpful as possible through writing, making videos, and connecting with others. Making a lot of money doing it wasn't a terrible idea, either!
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Humans
A Village Affair
She started the following Monday. It was a bleak, grey day in mid-February, and even Highton, the chocolate-box village where Peter Lanford lived, looked dull under a pewter sky. Sarah didn’t care. She didn’t even mind the wind that nearly blew her off her bike as she cycled the three miles from town. She pulled her scarf up around her mouth and nose and lowered her head against the arctic onslaught.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Humans
Unknown Hero.
The day started like most days. I sat down to get report on my nursing home patients. After several months, the day was routine, and the faces were more than familiar; they were family. The night shift nurse looked slightly frazzled as she began. She went through everyone as usual. I’d only been off for a day, so things hadn’t changed that much. The major change was that Miss Bambi wasn’t feeling good and wasn’t out of bed yet. Bambi was a creature of extreme habit. I’d even say borderline OCD about it. I started on my med pass, thinking that she’d be up and about by the time I finished. It was nine-thirty, I had just finished, and noticed that Bambi still wasn’t up yet. I walked down to her room. “Miss Bambi.” I said softly as I knocked on her door. A very soft “come in” drifted through the door. This really wasn’t like Bambi at all. She was normally very bold. She was still in bed, which was extremely odd seeing her still in her pajamas. In a way, it made her look frail. Her long silver hair flowed down around her, which was odd as well because she always wore it in a bun. I suddenly felt out of place, like a kid who was staying over at grandma’s for the first time. “Hello, dear.” Her voice sounded as if it were about to crack, and possibly break into tears. “Miss Bambi, are you okay?” The concern in my voice was heavy. Most days, I was able to hide that but not today. “I’m just under the weather, dear.” I walked slowly near her. “Can I get you anything?” I asked not really knowing what else to say. The closer I got the more worried I became. Her skin was very pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She aged another twenty years in the time it had taken me to cross the room. “Would you sit with me for a few minutes? I would like to talk to someone.” A million reasons as to why I couldn’t popped in my head, but it was my heart that took over and spoke. “Of course, Miss Bambi.” I took a seat right next to her in the visitor’s chair.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Humans
Loose Change
It never ceases to amaze me how casual today’s youngsters are about loose change. Take our local bakery, for example. I’m usually out and about with Ted my Lakeland Terrier, when the kids come out of school at lunchtime. We’ve usually taken a couple of turns around the town square by then, so we sit on the seat for a bit of a breather and watch them as they queue up for their midday snacks, which mostly seem to consist of sausage rolls and cakes. All ordered of course without their eyes leaving the screens of mobile phones, as if the world as they know it will end if they dare to look away.
By Kate Shambrook5 years ago in Humans
Domestic Duties
"Rosie, Rosie can you come here?" "I'll be up there in just a few, Mrs. Wright!." Rosie set aside the mop near the pantry door of the kitchen. Making her way up the stairs, Rosie glanced at herself in the mirror hung on the wall connected to the staircase. Rosie slightly panicked at her reflection, the concealer she used to cover her black eye must have come off during the day as she sweated through her cleaning duties. "Yes, Mrs. Wright?" "I wanted to speak with you for a little while. It's about Lucia." Rosie stiffened, what could Mrs. Wright possibly want to discuss about my daughter? Rosie thought. "She'll be heading off to college next year, won't she?" Rosie nodded her head. "Well, since she'll be applying to schools, I'd thought I'd type up a recommendation letter. I know she will work hard and make you proud." Mrs. Wright held out the letter to Rosie who excitedly took it, placing it in the pocket of her uniform. "Thank you, Mrs. Wright. I really appreciate it. Lucia will too. Are you ready for your afternoon tea?" "Not quite. There is something I wanted to ask you about." "Yes?" "I've noticed you haven't been yourself lately. You've been bumping into walls and quite frankly have been a klutz when you are at home. It's funny, you didn't run into any walls before Luis was in his...predicament." Luis' predicament had been a five year prison sentence for forged checks. "Mrs. Wright, I..." "You can only use so much makeup to cover the bruises, Rosie. You are not fooling me. Why do you allow him to treat you that way?" "Respectfully, I don't want to talk about it, Mrs. Wright. I really don't." Mrs. Wright exhaled and joined her hands across her lap, "Well, if you ever need help, let me know." "Thank you, but, I'm okay. Really, I'm fine."
By Canessa Dickerson5 years ago in Humans
Technology and Human Interaction
The effects of technology are becoming an increasing concern on the attitude and actions of humanity. The lack of touch and face to face interaction is crippling the minds of adults and children alike. Touch is valuable in that it is needed in order to grow and thrive. One question that you may be asking yourself is, "How exactly is society being affected by technology and what is happening to human interaction?" Please let me answer this for you.
By Lena Marie Chartrand5 years ago in Humans
Manifestation
“Rest in shavasana, palms up, eyes closed, and clear your mind.” Donna tried to empty her head as she lay in corpse pose. Her mind immediately swirled with painful memories. Fortunately, there were only five minutes left in the first class of “Eleven Days to Manifesting Your New Life.”
By Angela Pryce5 years ago in Humans
