humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
About me
Hi my name is Vanessa Reevey but I go by Nessa and I am 22 years old. I was suppose to be born in July but I decided to come early and be born in June so that made me a premature baby. I also celebrate my birthday either on or before Father’s Day. I am originally from New Jersey and I moved to Kentucky after my mom and her now ex-husband got married and I turned six years old. I have 3 sisters, 4 brothers and I am the youngest out of all of my siblings and I also have 2 nieces, and 3 nephews. I am like 5’1 foot tall so yeah I am short but I learned to live with it and to embrace it. I am adopted by my Aunt but I call her mom and I have a really good relationship with her and my birth parents. I also work in the school system while I attend college. I go to EKU and my major is general studies and social work and this is my second attempt at college because the first attempt was not so successful, I ended up dropping out after two semesters (summer and fall). In the school system I am a Special Education Paraeducator also known as SPED. SPED is when you are working with one or more students who are Special needs but are not in a special needs classroom. In my free time I like to hangout with my family and friends and I also like to listen to music, bake, dance and run for fun. I dance from when I was in 6th grade all the way until I was like a sophomore (10th grade) in high school. I ran track from 8th grade all the way up until my senior (12th grade) year of high school. Music is like an escape for me for any reason I always end up listening to music. I usually wake up listening to music and go to sleep listening to music. I listen to pretty much all types of music like for example: Christian then pop and then hip hop. I listen to certain types of country music but not all country music. If there is a cake, brownies, cookies or anything that needs to be baked I will bake anything and everything. My favorite food is seafood, favorite colors are lime green and purple. My favorite song is Who Says by Selena Gomez because that song has a positive meaning for anyone of all ages. All of my favorite movies consist of all of the Rush Hour movies, High School Musical movies and all of the Fast & Furious Movies. My favorite holiday is Christmas, my favorite restaurant is Applebee’s and my favorite stores are: Bath and Body Works, Vera Bradley, Coach, H&M and Forever 21. I have a boyfriend who I have been dating for almost 7 months now and I wouldn’t be surprise if he and I got engaged by the end of the year or soon. I know people say it is way to early but I think when you find the one your suppose to be with then you know. A lot of people see me as shy and quiet but once you get to know me I am not like that. The reason I decided to try this website is to get better at writing because I was never that great at writing at all so hopefully this will help me get better at it. I look forward to writing some more about pretty much everything I can think of and come up with.
By Vanessa Reevey5 years ago in Humans
The Prodigal Hat
This morning I witnessed beauty in action. While driving downtown to my favorite coffee shop for my morning joe, I was gifted a rare vignette of gallantry. Generally, I prefer to pay homage to the fundamentals of coffee brewing in my own kitchen, but the second hand on the clock had been chasing me from the moment my eyes caught their first peep of fresh morning light. The alarms had done their jobs of multiple snooze . . . still, I had overslept. I dashed through my morning routine: showering, picking out which pair of shoes would dictate the dress for the day, untangling some knots in my hair borne of a fitful dream, walking the dogs, feeding the cats, finding the elusive keys. No time for coffee. Out the door and into the car, my purse and computer bag being tossed into the back seat. Rush, rush, rush.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans
Commitment
Jordie sat at the kitchen table, gazing blankly at the television screen in front of him. Behind the television, the sun’s rays glimmered through the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting up the white linoleum floor. He watched as his seven-year-old twin neighbors, Chris and Ava ran through the sprinkler in his yard. He looked nostalgically at the siblings. Had it really been seven years since Chris and Ava were born?
By Patrick Clancy-Geske5 years ago in Humans
7 South
Almost a year had passed and I had got accustomed to the Covid patients in and out. By the Grace of God, I’ve never got infected. I don’t know what was worse seeing so many people die or hearing their stories. It had gotten to a point I didn’t want to know. My heart was exhausted.
By aletta hodges5 years ago in Humans
My Susquehanna Girl
Like many a fancy it began in a bar and involved a young lady. I’d been working my way back up the Susquehanna river after a brief sojourn in Chesapeake Bay; mesmerised watching the Watermen plying the bay, a relaxation uninterrupted by the Bass I’d been alleging to catch. Having drowned a few worms in the river I’d decided to fish a couple out of a tequila bottle at the local bar, somewhere in the vicinity of Darlington. I parked myself and ordered my first drinks. Noting the bartender wasn’t the chatty type, I sat my beer to the left and tequila to the right and decided to engage in another category of fishing. I was brought up knowing that the Lord had given me one mouth and two ears to be used in that proportion. I skolled the spirit, swigged the beer and let the sounds of my surroundings wash over me.
By Stephen Wyatt5 years ago in Humans
Surviving toxic leadership
How to survive toxic leadership. For this piece I will be looking at how to survive toxic leadership. I will be achieving this by firstly defining some keys words like Toxic and Leadership. I go on to explain the characteristics of a toxic leader and the damage a toxic leader has on an employee. I will then go on to explain which skills and qualities that a toxic leader lacks. It will be through this process that I will come to the conclusion that contrary to what a toxic leader will have us believe, it is not our fault. I am hoping that by giving key characteristics to look out for, we can all recognise a toxic leader before any significant damage has been done. I will be looking at this through an early years educational perspective.
By Ultra Violet Vision5 years ago in Humans
Giving
Being a resident of Rochester, New York is not an easy feet for many. While there is much greatness in our city, there is also much pain. So much pain, it is displayed in the eyes of individuals daily. Especially those who are struggling beyond all else. The souls who have mis-stepped and ended up off path during their journey. The individuals who lack housing, jobs or careers, family of friends to give a helping hand. The forgotten. The invisible.
By Tabatha Ann/ Tee Mee5 years ago in Humans
Why!?
Why wasn’t I good enough? What’s wrong with me? Is this my fault? I should have been a better girlfriend... I sit here on the floor of my room in a women’s shelter, tears running down my face, my eyes swollen red, the pain in my ribs making it impossible for me to relax. The voice’s in my head tell me I deserve better, he was good to me, he treated me bad, he never loved me, but he had to love me. My heart is breaking. We were out for a drive laughing, smiling, joking with one another. He leans over for me to kiss his soft lips, he puts his hand on top of mine, looks into my eyes so deeply and like I’m the only one in the entire world to tell me how much he loves me. “I’m going to get your nails and hair done the week Baby Girl”. The sun sparkling off the soft snow flakes as they fall. Everything was so perfect, I felt so warm and loved inside. “Here Daddy’s girl I bought you a treat for movie night” as he puts his fingers through my hair, I reach over and rub the back of his neck. “Let’s go home, have supper, shower, make love and relax for the night”. Sounding like a perfectly planned evening we started for him. “Look at the look on your face, no one could ever love that face. Your lip is down on your lap someone will see you. What’s your problem. I’m gonna snap” pounding his fists off the interior of the car, his voice going from a normal to shouting at me, spot flying out of his mouth as he gets angrier. He started speeding up around the sharp turns. “I am going to put my fist through your face!! Shut up!! Don’t speak”. We get in through the house. He shoves me into the bedroom wall using my body to create a large hole. He grabbed me by the hair on my head and tossed me across the floor. The bed went upside down, everything on the walls swiped on the floor. My perfumes, make-up, hair dryer started flying across the room. I went to run, he grabbed me by my hair once again and threw me on the floor. He raised his foot with all he had, work boot and all, he cameras down on my ribs. I screeched out in pain as he then dragged me into my closet. Grabbing a hammer and nails, every window and door was nailed shut. My phone was taken. He kicked me and tossed every time I moved. The tears streaming down my face I begged him to let me go, I could barely move from the pain in my ribs. Yelling and telling me to shut up and how this was all of my fault he stomped around the house for hours straight telling me how stupid, ugly, what a loser I was, how no one loved me, how he raised his foot to snap my neck and kill me. “When I go to jail I will get out and find you and kill you”. I was made to go to bed, his hand wrapped around me tightly so I couldn’t budge. “This is your stupid fault, your not leaving until I tell you to”. The next day as soon as he turned his back I ran and never went back. 6 years straight he beat me, put me down, called me names, pretended to love me, threw things at me. My self esteem has been destroyed. I love him. Why do he hate me so? What gives him the right to hurt me like this? My hearts broken in a million pieces and I will never hear “I’m sorry”. The sad part is, if he called I would crumble to his touch. I would walk to the end of the earth for him, just to feel some sort of companionship, love, pleasure, happiness. Even though life with him has been hell, I still feel for the man who has taken everything away from me so many times.
By Angela Follett 5 years ago in Humans
Good Neighbors
For a single moment, the man could’ve been sleeping. There was a strange second in the room where he had the slightest chance of being alive. That was before I saw him. Afterwards I would recognize some kind of foresight, that even as we called the ambulance and did CPR, even as my father in his grey windbreaker spoke very slowly to the crying woman, the man on the bed had no chance of being alive.
By Frank Rousseau5 years ago in Humans
Ezra the Saxophone Player
When I walked out of the hospital that morning I was grateful to see the sun finally peaking through the fog. The weather had been rainy and borderline gloomy for days-- a heavy, thick mist hung in the air, and fog crept up over the hills and trees, daring folks to stay in bed. I’d been working night shift since daylight savings time, and hadn’t seen the sun seemingly in weeks. I took the deepest breath I could, longing to feel the brisk air on my face and in my lungs instead of underneath my 13 hour old surgical mask. As I crossed Erwin Drive I noticed a faint rainbow reaching down to touch ground. I walked up the parking garage stairs and across the deck, soaking in that “I’m not back tonight” feeling of relief. I sighed, tossing my hospital sneakers in the trunk and wiggling my toes in my Adidas slides. I yanked off my mask as I melted into the driver’s seat and doused my hands in coconut hand sanitizer. I pay $8 at the pay station and I’m free, at least physically. I merge right onto the highway, entering my mental decompression zone--a 27 mile stretch of 540 and 40. In a vain attempt to “leave work at work,” I litter this winding route home with tears of all sorts, frustrations, and mental debris. This is where I try to leave the heaviness of work behind before it sets up camp in my heart and mind.
By Aryn Bramhall5 years ago in Humans
