humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Pay It Forward.
Children crying, parents yelling, horns blasting— it all sounded so loud to Adam as he walked through the streets of his busy neighborhood. All he wanted to do was get the hottest cup coffee in the most quiet of shops so he could potentially try to rid himself of his hangover. Driving seemed unnecessary, and like a bad idea with how heavy his head was feeling, and with the mere six blocks he had to walk to reach his destination. He knew that getting as drunk as he had the night prior was not the brightest idea, but after having the worst fight with his girlfriend, he didn’t care. His pals had peer pressured him into going out with them so that he could rid himself of his negative thoughts, but after the night wore off, and his friends were gone all he had was negative thoughts with the additive of hangover misery.
By Brianna Scarlata5 years ago in Humans
A Deed Done is a Deed Doubled
Good deeds are contagious. Once infected by the experience of giving or receiving a good deed, one will desire to spread its symptoms: a heart which smiles for the warmth it feels, a soul which hums tunes of happiness and a mind at peace with the world. Doing a good deed - it's a feeling no money can buy. It sure beats the taste of ice cream on a Sunday.
By ItalixVEVO5 years ago in Humans
Done In Secret
Done in Secret She was a quiet girl, one you would hardly notice unless she bumped into you. Her hair was brown as were her eyes. She was average build, around 5’ 4” and 130 pounds. She was kind of plain, as she didn’t wear makeup or do her hair. It was just long and stringy. Her clothing kinda blended into the room as well. So why do I tell you about her? She had a big heart. You wouldn’t think it by looking at her. Most never saw her deeds. She didn’t do it for the attention, she did it because she truly cared for others. This story is in her honor.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Humans
Family, Friends and Fire
My family and I live in a school bus. We travel around the country running our small business and doing odd jobs. We see all sorts of people from the homeless to the well to do. Everyday is an experience in humanity. We are in a unique position to see people in a raw way. The way people look at us and treat us says a whole lot about them. This summer showed us a whole lot about how wonderful and generous people can be. It was a beautiful experience within a series of tragedies.
By Laura Carlock5 years ago in Humans
To Mask, Or Not To Mask
I’m sure William Shakespeare could never have imagined Hamlet’s infamous words, “To be or not to be,” given new context in a day and age where medical advancements are widespread, developments such as penicillin have played a massive role in the treatment of disease, and yet the question comes down to “technology” available back in the day: a piece of cloth. (Or cloth blended with polypropylene, because we’re soooooo New Age like that.)
By Katie Dorn5 years ago in Humans
The Beauty of Flying
Being on the receiving end of gaslighting sucks. I was out walking on a bitter and windy day along the harbor and indulging myself in a pity party and brooding over life’s meaner secrets. I kept repeating to myself that it ("it" being the relationship) was finally over. I was telling myself that I was done. That I deserved better. That I needed to stand up, walk away, and start over. Yet, there I was . . . yet trying to distill my anxiety and worry and resentment into a manageable state of forgiveness with which I could return home. Go figure, I know.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans
Our Giving Angels
It was a typical afternoon in early winter. The cool breeze carried our laughter and childish chatter through the house, sounds that were sweet and yet familiar. I was used to the cheerfulness of my home. Even with the hardships my family faced, my mother managed to keep a happy spirit alive within her walls.
By Evelyn Birdsall5 years ago in Humans
Arriving as if Arranged
At what point does the “Black Sheep” realize they’re “turning” black? When do they begin to notice that some outside source has designated them as bewildering or unorthodox enough? Perhaps when they’ve witnessed the sweet kindness of a stranger, and only that of a stranger; oddly enough, during even the most hectic of eras. If all who contributed to the foundation of your being come to find that your existence is a bit too trivial for them to develop a liking to it, then you may feel a bit challenged when it comes to creating and maintaining valuable long-standing relationships. That is, until you’ve found yourself dead smack in the middle of one of life’s most beautiful interventions.
By Mahkel Forte'5 years ago in Humans
Little Winter Oasis
I can't imagine anything colder than New York City in the middle of winter. People often don't consider that Manhattan is an island, but when the wind blazes by in mid-December hijacking the moisture off of the Hudson River, it becomes even more frigged! The natural earth being suffocated by concrete and brick, as well as being hollowed out for fast trains and slow sewage, provides no allegiance to thwart Jack Frost. A novice may think that the huge buildings and block spanning monopolies would shield the city's inhabitants from whipping, high speed gusts. On the contrary, the wide open streets manufacture a grid of interwoven wind tunnels which focus Mother Earths wrath the way a magnifying glass teams up light to a laser's intensity. The unique factor that may make an artificial metropolis slightly warmer than a forest more dense of trees than humans is how the heart repels the cold during the holiday season.
By Bruce__Leroy5 years ago in Humans
