heroes and villains
Heroes and Villains throughout history that have defined their industries and workflow as we know it today. Those we look up to, and those we learn mistakes from.
The flaws of the hometown Hero
My dearest Zachary, It should come as no surprise, since real life heroes all come with their own unique flaws, that you should have them as well. But blinking dewy eyed like a fawn just birthed and setting her sights upon the world for the first time, her mother licking the remnants of battle from this babe’s fuzzy head, such is the atmosphere of safety that envelops me as I melt into your presence for the first time.
By Tiffiny Chine4 years ago in Journal
An Open Letter to the Volunteer Firefighters of Plymouth, Maine
Many people in the community sleep peacefully in their beds at night, never knowing the commitment made by volunteer firefighters. They brave the hazards of burning buildings to ensure no loss of life (human or animal) whenever possible—often at the expense of their own lives. For this, they receive no financial compensation.
By Stephen Dalton4 years ago in Journal
Hasalaka Gamini, a legend of eternal heroism
We are frequently reminded of this brave character whenever we hear the neighborhood 'Hasalaka' in Kandy. 'Sithunada sithuwada weeraya hasalaka......' is a popular Sinhala song written for him and sung by a Sri Lankan vocalist. Hasalaka Gamini Kularatne, on the other hand, requires no introduction because we all know who he is.
By chamila j.herath4 years ago in Journal
A little unsteady.
When I was 18 I left high school to become an early childhood teacher. I worked hard and completed my Cert 3 and Diploma hoping to become the best friend and educator to all the beautiful little children that came through the centre but I was so very wrong.
By Summer Rayne4 years ago in Journal
A story to my hero, the villain.
A letter to my ex-stepfather, my hero. I haven’t seen you now since I was 19, it doesn’t bother me, but I still dream of you in that same house I grew up in. It’s like I visit the same prison and dark energy every time I dream of you.
By Irony Stevens4 years ago in Journal
Dear dad
Dear Dad, I remember as a kid the incredible kindness and understanding you often showed me, even when I didn’t deserve it. You knew somehow that is what I needed; you were my everything even when I didn’t understand you. Sometimes you would get angry and fight with mom and as a child you don’t know that pain until your older and you fall in love with someone yourself. The moment I knew you were my best friend was when I would constantly steal your candy even when you told us not too. I would take a bunch and hide them in my clothes then go outside and eat them. You found me once and you started laughing, I was a little scared you get mad at me. But you didn’t. Chooch as you would say, while laughing, just ask next time. I never asked. And you always understood that I couldn’t help myself. You were more than just my dad, my hero, you were my moon and stars. I looked up to you and listened to every word you told me even when it took forever. But what I always knew in my heart was that you had a love for me, for your family like no other. When we didn’t understand you anger It was always because you wanted to protect us like no other man I’ve ever known. As I got older, the more I understood you and the more I wanted to be like you. Because you saw everyone for who they were and loved them for it. You knew how to love strangers and us like it was the ultimate gift. You laughed your way through your pain and drank to wash it all away. You drank to enjoy yourself not to hurt yourself or anyone. You hated the jobs you had because you demanded people get respect and when you or someone else wasn’t getting it, it made you livid. It was so hard for you, the way the world started to work. You rather live out in the wilderness and chop down trees then live in the world that has become fake. You were the realest person, and you shared everything you thought and felt with everyone with so much courage and conviction. I loved watching you grow into a man that became so loved Its all these things and more that made you the great man that you are and always will be. Toward the end we all wanted a miracle, we wanted you to stay with us so badly. It has taken me now to realize as I write this that who you were to us was that miracle and the way you loved mom at the end, in between, and the beginning of your guys life together was admirable. As hard as it got for you, you fought so hard to be with us. You’re not just my hero, but everyone’s hero who encountered your life and got to know you. A true man of who he was and what he stood for. I wish I could’ve told you all of this, but I know you hear me, and I know you know that I loved you with everything I had. You once told me that everything in life has purpose and everything you do is purposeful. So, do it with everything you got, and you will be rewarded. You never know what tomorrow will bring you and you taught me to live life unapologetically you. I sit here in my room realizing that I have to go on, I know you’ll always be my everything and most likely one of the few men I will ever truly love, and have it reciprocated in a way that fulfills my every being.
By Cerina Galvan4 years ago in Journal
Did You Ever Have a Toxic Boss?
Have you ever wondered why work has begun to seem like an ordeal that you have to live with every day? In our love relationships, we are natural and behave as we are. We know each other, we know them, we can express our own opinions whenever we feel the need.
By Andrew Meyers4 years ago in Journal
