humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

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
A good deed
"He's probably a serial killer," I said, jokingly hiding my anxiety. "Shut up!" Grace tried to kick me, but I caught her foot and tickled her, my fingers running up her leg.
By Debaro Huyler 5 years ago in Humans
You Can Make a Difference
Every night, millions of Americans go to sleep in the comfort of their own bed, usually wrapped in a nice blanket, with a roof shielding them from the elements of nature. When the sun rises, they start off their day with a warm shower, some fruit, eggs or coffee, possibly a morning run, or if they’re like me, lay in bed desperately scrolling through Twitter for an early-morning hit of dopamine. For over half a million Americans, however, a much harsher reality is faced.
By Austin Graham5 years ago in Humans
Practical love that lasts the longest
When M went to Italy to study, she fell in love with an Italian man. It was a man who could take roses and wait patiently for her downstairs for 3 hours. He felt that love is waiting and waiting is sweeter than anyone else in his heart. This love made M determined to change her life.
By Charis5 years ago in Humans
Can I get a lift, please?
Ahh, to be young! So full of energy, so high in spirit, so invincible. Unfortunately, that wasn’t me a decade ago – at least, not that specific day. Certainly me, nay, totally me on and off throughout my life, but not that day. You see, as a young woman in my early 20’s who had recently been diagnosed with Piriformis Syndrome, I wasn’t living my best life.
By Sneha Pradhan5 years ago in Humans
The Gin Game
I walked up to the John Golden Theatre box office determined. Rush tickets for this particular Broadway show were nonexistent. Patrons were flying in from all over the country to witness the majesty of two of the world’s greatest icons, legends of their craft. It was the closing week of D.L. Coburn’s The Gin Game starring James Earl Jones and the goddess that is and that was Cicely Tyson. I need tickets to that show.
By Marquis D. Gibson5 years ago in Humans
Some Good Deeds Are Unpredictable
Anxiety has always been in my life. As far back as I can remember I have had nervous tendencies and overwhelming perceptions of everyday life. It was like anxiety was interwoven into the fabric of my very being and the tapestry formed dropped a few loops and the quality was shaky at best. At the age of sixteen, this tangled mess of perpetual unease that covered me like a parody of a superhero’s cape had finally reached its highest peak.
By Inky5 years ago in Humans
Good Deeds
There I was, 17 years old, dreading the tasks ahead. You see, I had dislocated my knee during a ballet class and was put in a leg splint and crutches. The teacher had us doing some stretches and had pushed me to stretch further, thinking that I was going easy on myself. My supporting leg gave out and my patella dislocated onto the side of my knee. I got treatment from a paramedic, which included a Green Whistle and woke up in hospital with my patella back in place. This made my going about daily tasks especially difficult. Everything from putting my shoes on, to navigating down the hill to the bus stop to get to school; and to top it off, I could no longer participate in any sporting activities, at least not for now, I was doing regular physiotherapy and taking as many supplements as I could afford (as a 17 year old high school student) in an attempt to boost my recovery rate.
By Kyrahzia Bricknell 5 years ago in Humans
The McAltruistic Stranger
We all have encounters in our life that we shall never forget. I had one in the winter of 2007 that left a big impact on my life. It was the day that made me genuinely believe that there are things that happen in this life that are truly unexplainable in this world.
By Alisha Allen5 years ago in Humans
Met and lost
It's been a long time since I've been in touch with you, and I'm taking the liberty of writing to you this time. 　　I remember when you and I were together, you always laughed at my pedantry, at the fact that I was always living in the memories of the past. I always laughed at you for living in the future and not really paying attention to the present. The future is after all too unreal, like a mirage, unattainable. Today, with modern communications so advanced, I still write to you in the oldest, most primitive way with my pen in my hand, and this time I hope you won't laugh at me anymore. Perhaps, as you said, a person like me is too drunk on the past, too fixed on the past that sentiment, will eventually be abandoned by the tide of the times. I'm sorry! In fact, how can I not complain and blame myself?
By Deandra5 years ago in Humans
A Pollinator of Love
I love being outside in the wild, listening to the gift of birds singing, the rush of water over rocks and fallen logs in a wooded creek. My proclivity towards spending time in nature has resulted in being homeless, squatting in a tent, more than once.
By Joshua Kruis5 years ago in Humans
A Humbling Experience
It started with the desire to help those in need. Some friends and I went into the heart of downtown, where many other people were gathering to plan out the evening events. We were all to split up into different groups: a group to walk around the streets and hand out food; a group to offer haircuts; a group to serve meals at an outdoor, makeshift soup kitchen; and a group to interact with the homeless at the kitchen tables. Knowing full well that if I attempted to give someone a haircut I would either chop off their ear or have them end up looking like they have a grossly disheveled cat on their head, I opted for participating in the other groups.
By Jimmy Tucker5 years ago in Humans