humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Wish you were here! Greetings from the heart.
“Give me your address. I’ll write.” Two weeks later, the first postcard slapped onto the welcome mat. A few words scrawled in black ink; the handwriting is looping and large. Perhaps it was written in a hurry, but it is sent with love. A few words just to say ‘Hello! How are you? You’re doing a great job.’
By Alissa Mann5 years ago in Humans
Tell me your story...
It fell from a window above as she walked past one of the hundreds of apartment buildings. A little, black notebook thumped onto her head and now lay open in her hands. Looking up, she couldn't see where it had originated from, nor did it seem to have any writing in it to identify its owner, but something about the notebook told her that she was meant to find it that day and she held onto it as she continued her long walk to work.
By Jennifer Trease5 years ago in Humans
A Seed Was Planted
You may have heard of Jadav Payeng, the man who single handedly planted a forest on an island in India. It took him 40 years of dedication, but he changed the once barren island into a thriving forest. The island was covered in sand and not even grass grew there, but that didn’t stop him from his vision. How many people do you know with that kind of determination? That kind of selflessness? Could you dedicate even 10 years to a selfless indever? How about 5 or even just one little year to do something for others?
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Humans
Coffee Mornings
One day I woke up and I had some spare money, I am usually not good at budgeting much... So I knew that I wouldn’t really save it anyway. So I decided to go on a trip to town. When I got to town, I decided to buy $5 worth of $1 coffee’s to hand out to the homeless, not only because I know what it’s like sometimes to have not much or nothing at all, I’ve been in their shoes before and I believe that just because a person is upset at something, it is most probably because they are hungry or, as some people call it “Hangry”. So, a few people accepted the coffees and I ended up drinking one myself, so I decided to buy another round and this time I bought $6 worth, so 6 coffee’s. Prior to buying the coffees I saw an angry homeless woman walk past and as I went to buy the second round I stopped to ask if she was okay and asked her if she would like a snack and a drink and that I undstood what she was going through. She accepted, so I bought her a Mars bar and an Up and Go before doing my second round of coffees. I even bought a packet of cigarettes so that they could have a cigarette with their morning coffee and laid them in the middle of the coffee holder. I went back towards were she was and she was still there, I offered her a coffee and she accepted, also another man joined whom had accepted a coffee earlier.
By Dawn Theresa Withers5 years ago in Humans
Isolated: Lockdown Through A Teen's Eyes
The answer is within this very story. The answer to all my problems. Of course, you may not know me, you may be the only person to read this. That is not the point, this is my outlet, my perspective on the world - it may seem weird (I understand that), but it doesn't to me. For the past couple of years, my life has drastically changed.
By Jonathon Larkins5 years ago in Humans
Silent Medic
How do I enter the medical field without going to college for the majority of my adult life? That was the question 16 year old me was constantly asking herself. I was not the academic type but I knew the direction my soul needed to go in. The commitment of medical school didn't feel right. Like a shirt where the hem stitching is off just enough to beg your attention throughout the day. Where do I start? How do I get my foot in the door? My brain landed on the Army National Guard. And the journey began.
By Melissa Insley5 years ago in Humans
Sisyphus, with Butter Fingers
Lonely Lotus was a peculiar soul, sipping black tea with candy red lips and a drop or two of potent perfume that smelled of the desert, and saffron, and roses. And though in flesh, she looked her part of twenty-three, in her thoughts, she was ancient, with an affinity for the unknowable.
By Nikoletta Erdelyi5 years ago in Humans
And Nobody Died
She looked at me with the most horrified look on her face as I regaled her with, what I thought, was one of the most hilarious stories of a family vacation. In my defense, any story that I can end with “and nobody died” is a good story. Another lady was laughing with me, so fuck that other bitch it is a funny story. It is hard to find people I can truly be myself around, but I’ve decided to no longer water myself down for people. At that point I also had not really realized that many of the things I have lived through or was living through were not actually “normal” or “funny” The lady laughing? HA, she had just as messed up past and present as I did and could seriously identify with the “and no one died” mentality. We became fast friends as laughing at the dark stuff we have survived tends to bond people in a way that no one else could understand - dark humor is an awesome coping mechanism and bonding tool.
By Sarazine Savoie5 years ago in Humans
I see you.
I watched a YouTube documentary around Christmas on the crisis of homeless people. In that documentary, between interviews, the narrator spoke on how this population consists of everyday people who fell on hard financial times. One of the biggest takeaways for me was when the narrator spoke on the urge for most people in this situation to know that they’re seen. To be acknowledged.
By Tolanda Hall5 years ago in Humans
Joy
Sometimes time can be a healer. A salve that naturally soothes over the hurt and injuries we experience with time. And sometimes time is an illusion. A mask worn to disguise both the injuries and the face of the injured. Allowing us to move forward day by day and get on with the things we need to get on with each day.
By Jean Bright5 years ago in Humans
Brave
My son always jumped when he heard the garage door open, signaling that his father was home. On that particular day, I watched him hurriedly put away his toys and retreat to his room, vanishing so quickly it looked like I had been the one watching cartoons, which still played on the TV.
By C.J. Robinson5 years ago in Humans
