humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Covid-19 Adventures
I am an author of four books that have not succeeded in terms of book sales. I published my first book in 2013, a fiction book written in the first person of a resident in long-term care who used to be a nurse's aide. My feelings were hurt when a family member called my writing "trash" I gave my book to my dad as a gift. I was trying to get book sales, so I put a little bit of sexual content into it. This book was titled "The RSA Adventure-The untold story now revealed" This book really flopped sales of the book did not do as well as I thought that the sales should have been.
By Lorne Vanderwoude5 years ago in Humans
My DMV Story
“Ahh DMV, always a fun place to go”, I say to myself sarcastically as I enter the DMV to get my new driving license. I felt a bit of relief after looking at the short line since I had just got off my 12-hour night shift. I wait in line for my turn and go up to this nice lady. I told her I am here for a new driving license and she asks me for the required documents. I give her the required documents and she tells me “You need to pay $30, you can go and pay at the Giant Eagle right there”, she says pointing at Giant Eagle across the road and hands me a slip. “Can I leave my documents here while I go pay?”, I ask, and she says yes.
By Pragyee Nepal5 years ago in Humans
Drifting Along
Last July I lost my job. It was unfortunate that the partners I supported had no say in whether or not I had a job. I was told by a former co-worker that they were blindsided when they found out I had been let go. That decision had been made by someone in another state who knew nothing about what I did and who I supported. Heck, they'd never even met me.
By D. D Bartholomew5 years ago in Humans
Mr. Bellows
Thirteen, thirteen is the number that puts me on edge, the number that makes my palms sweat and my teeth clench. I tap the table in front of me, and the dealer throws down another card. My eyes are watery now, my mouth is dry, and my wallet is light. Walking away is the smart thing to do, yet my mind keeps giving me visions of what could be, but isn’t. The dealer shows nineteen, I have 20, the pot is mine. I loosen my clenched jaw, and take a short breath of relief, as I collect my chips and step away from the table.
By Jonathan Monk5 years ago in Humans
The Gift that Keeps on Giving
If you told me five years ago that I would one day lead two ukulele groups, I would not have believed you. I had only started playing the ukulele around December 2015. It started when I was visiting family and my sister let me play her guitar. I had not played since college, and the strings really hurt my hand. I thought to myself, “I need to find a nylon stringed guitar.” I eventually landed on a concert ukulele and purchased a blemished one I found on the internet at a discounted price. I taught myself and took to the instrument rather quickly. So thankful for the opportunity and gift of music, I had to pass it on and the groups were born. While there are many other facets of this journey, which were born out of a lean period of waiting between jobs and walking alongside my mother through what would be her two cancer battles, this one thing stands out: music touches the human spirit and brings people together for a greater purpose. This little musical instrument has been a good thing, which God used exponentially to encourage many people, especially me, through difficult times.
By H. L. "Scooter" Ward, Jr.5 years ago in Humans
Mindless madness
Have you ever wandered through life not knowing your purpose or where you fit in? Have you ever felt like you could fall off the face of earth and no one would notice you were gone? Each day when I wake up I feel as if a part of me is missing, empty and hollow. I feel as if I were put on this earth to prove to someone or something that not everything has a meaning, has a purpose. I walk through life, slowly, dragging a weight on my shoulders. My life feels like a burden that was placed on my family and friends. Each night I go to bed hoping I won't wake up in the morning. Hoping that this torture will end soon, but each morning comes and I awake. Each night while I sleep, I dream of a cloaked stranger coming to take me away. By the end of the dream he walks away from me. A bright white grin shines from under it's dark hooded face, I scream and I yell for him to come back but he disappears. I wake up to another day, another draining and pitiful day.
By Michalina Vel5 years ago in Humans
A small act of pancakes
It was getting dark outside. I was lying on my bed, tears falling down my cheeks in sync with the rain outside. I had survived one of the biggest panic attacks I had since moving to this hostel, and was now fatigued to the core. I was surprised how well I had handled my 10 day quarantine in my room and how unbelievable was the situation now. On my last day of isolation, I received painful news from my mom. She didn't have a mother anymore. It was to be expected, I mean, my grandma had been deteriorating for years now, but nothing can prepare you when it finally happens.
By Robyn Ellis5 years ago in Humans
Tea for Three
The hardest thing about doing anything is starting it. I have poured endless hours and heartaches into building the meatsuit and ego I carry with me. So what happens when something comes along and not so gently rails your ego out right in the suckhole? You crumble. I crumbled. Why? What had I done? Suddenly in a manner of seconds my world violently crashed me back into reality. The yawning void of self-doubt and unsettling blanket of depression wrapped me up tightly, for they are always there to ensure we are never alone in their misery.
By Sunshine Ewbank5 years ago in Humans
