humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Honesty in a Dis-honest World
Honesty in a Dis-honest World: Added Value or Archaic Tradition I am old school, I admit it. Perhaps the fact that “honesty is the best policy” was drummed into my brain, much like the Lord’s Prayer along with the Pledge of Allegiance, has something to do with my propensity to be a truth teller. But in today’s world of Dog eat Dog and Me, Me, ME!! I do not see honesty as something that is valued anymore.
By Midnight Blue5 years ago in Humans
Fruit of the Father
There are not many people in the world who will jump into something without asking any questions first, but the few that do, will change your life. In the summer of 2013, I met Lacey Pierre, the daughter of a pomologist. She always felt it was significant to let people know her father was indeed one of the most important men in the world, because without him, there would be no fruit. And fruit, “now that’s nature’s candy”, she said. Lacey had a different way of looking at everything. My father was a doctor and my mother was a mother. I often wondered if the entitlement I had been brought up with by my parents and their upper echelon circles was what fogged up my views and made me accustom to never being satisfied with the offers life presented.
By Sabrina Lassegue5 years ago in Humans
What to do now...
“Ah, thank you.” I smiled as the waitstaff placed a cup of tea in front of me on the table. I liked to come to this little cafe. It was a wonderful place to just watch people and I didn’t have anything else planned for today. That was one of the joys of not having to work anymore. I know there are people around me who need to work their hours away but I had already done my share of work thank you.
By Maranda Sword5 years ago in Humans
The Big 3
I woke up to an email that claims I and not eligible for the loan. What a way to start my weekend! I come from a family of great people with little knowledge of entrepreneurship and wealth. Don’t get me wrong we are the most functionally dysfunctional family ever. However, I want more and as i meditate this morning and put my thoughts in the universe i just know i will get the money i need to launch my business. Meditated, medicated and ready to go i grab my keys and head out . Leaving my apartment today i didn’t see the apartments beloved homeless dude Chico who is usually singing or hustling. “Whoaaaaa” i damn near tripped and slid over this black notebook near the entrance. I picked it up and it says “if you are reading this, your wish is my command T.J. . Love Chico”. How are my initials in this book and where is CHICO? I turn the pages and find a message in the middle of the black notebook telling me how to make my wish. I need 20k to take over the world and this says it’s mine and up for grabs. As i read the message and more pages i see that in order to acquire it i must complete 3 challenges without mistake. The first challenge looks achievable and i must complete in order to get the others so now I’m callin in to work. Ok i can do this, challenge number 1 is empty my bank account and take the money to Chico’s comrades down at the shelter. When i arrived with the money and man in a wheelchair rolling extremely fast and in enthusiasm greeted me with his hand out and said “ we have been expecting you” he held his hand out and i placed the envelope in his hand. Immediately a transfer of light energy occurred and i felt it in my hands. When i opened the book challenge 2 was visible. This time I’m in my car headed to the hair donation office and must donate hair. This is odd cause i don’t have long hair at all and it’s a 4c at that. I walk in and I’m am approached by a rather short vibrant lady with shears in her hand like she bout to go to work on this nonexistent hair . “Hello i have been expecting you, please sit here and i will acquire the hair needed for donation”. I sat and watch what hair i had fall to the ground and i began to cry, ive made a mistake and now it’s too late. After she was done she thanked me and it’s like she disappeared. I ran to the car to see if my last challenge was visible yet and it was. Finally i had to go to a car lot on 10th street and donate my car. I have paid this thing off and refuse a car payment so why would i give it away. I’m starting to feel like I’m in over my head but I’ve done the other 2 so why not. I arrive at Magic Motors and a man walks out with like 6 gold chains and a pit bull on a leash waving for me to enter. I step to him and he says “took you long enough, where the keys at and I’d you need a ride home i got you.” A tear rolls down my face as o hand over the keys and again the light energy transfer happened. Riding in the backseat home I’m looking through the black notebook and notice the challenges were gone and a page with and arrow appeared. Today i gave away the theee things that i hold dear to me in order to receive more. All of my challenges went to someone special who used their black notebook to make three wishes to experience before dying. My money went to the homeless shelter and it hosted an event that raised more money and put many in training for jobs. My hair went to a little girl who has leukemia and needed real hair to complete her wig after her hair loss. My car went to a single mother who had no way to work.
By Tima Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Freedom from Guilt
I was raised in Salt Lake City. I spent every Sunday in a chapel pew and as a teenager I added Wednesday nights to my weekly religious routine. My family was LDS, my friends were LDS, even my teachers were LDS. The only people I knew who weren't was my dad, but my brothers and I had been conditioned to believe that while we loved our dad, he would probably end up in hell if he didn't find Jesus before his death.
By Antonia Humphrey5 years ago in Humans
Moonostalgia
I don’t remember exactly of the first time I saw the moon. Do you? This not knowing, opens many portals to wander. I wonder if it was my father who showed it to me for the first time? Or was it my Maa, while singing the lullaby ‘Aay aay Chand Mama?’ The lullaby Bengali mothers have been singing to their children for centuries where they invite the moon to come and help their babies to fall asleep. Surprisingly, when I think firm I don’t remember any formal introduction with the moon! There was no ‘Homayra, meet the moon. Moon, meet Homayra’.
By Homayra Adiba5 years ago in Humans
The Message Left at Shore
Missy Bartholomew was a woman of love and purpose, who retained her joyful wonder, well into her nineties. Each day, prior to her passing, for nearly 50 years, she would walk the shores of Pacific Beach in Southern California, most often with her husband Dan. She and Dan fell in love with the quaint beach town and decided to always reside there, as it was one of their favorite places in the world. Dan and Missy finally reunited after many years apart, when she was in her early 50's and they simply never left, except for the times that they did some world traveling together. Her husband Dan still lives close to the home that they once shared, but he is now in a care home in La Jolla, California. He has been missing his wife who passed away a year ago. La Jolla has given him a new sense of adventure, far enough away to have a new environment for his residence, so that he doesn't feel immense pain that he had been feeling from missing his wife each day, yet close enough that he can return "home" anytime that he chooses.
By Lisa Pellegrene5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book With A Golden Heart
It was a Tuesday. Needless to say nothing much ever really seems to happen on Tuesdays. Its the day after Monday. Monday is filled with emotion, busyness, the drudgery of the weekend being over, fussing over matters that will prepare for the week ahead. Such is the thing about Mondays. But it was a Tuesday. And she was just exhausted.
By Mommah Bear5 years ago in Humans
Dreams
Dreams It was a quiet and peaceful afternoon, the trees hung over the path that I was walking on. The clouds like marshmallows amidst a seamlessly never ending sky of blue. I look around at the nature surrounding me. If you listen closely you could hear the buzzing of bees and other creatures whirring about from one flower or tree, to another. It’s almost hypnotizing. Being alone. With nothing but your thoughts and the cold wind of a late October day. The only thing breaking the silence were your feet hitting the ground and the sounds of nature. You could continuously feel the sense of an overwhelming peace. All the sudden you hear someone yelling wake up, and you are instantaneously transported back to reality.
By Megan Lindquist5 years ago in Humans
