humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

50 Stories Later
50 stories. This is it! I'm finally at story 50. My goal was to hit this by the end of January, and I have. Yay! When I started on Vocal in March of 2021, I wasn't sure what to expect. I wasn't even sure which communities I should publish my work in.
By Jessica Freeborn4 years ago in Journal
Change is Infinite
When I was a child, they told me I could be anything that I wanted to be, and that whatever I decided to do I would be rewarded if I gave it my best effort. Most kids were just spouting out what they heard from their parents. They said they wanted to be things like a fireman or a lawyer. Most of the boys specifically wanted to play *insert sport* professionally, and most little girls wanted to be nurses, doctors, or astronauts. They were all great aspirations because in that moment all of it was true. Children who haven’t experienced the world only know what they’ve seen and heard, and so it was only natural that these kids wanted what their parents wanted for them… to have a decent life. In that brief instance although it was just regurgitated information, they wholeheartedly wanted exactly what their parents expected out of them. However, we all weren’t so lucky in that aspect. My mother was a strong, proud woman who didn’t take kindly to people telling her she couldn’t do things (anything) to be exact. She entered the workforce at the ripe age of twelve, full time and graduated high school, and college while rearing children. My Father was in the same hemisphere and had been working since he was a child on his father’s farm. He also worked full time, and went to school, but had enough of his racist counterparts and superiors and dropped out. This would inevitably push him toward the army so he could leave his small town and go see the world and while exploring the world he met my mother.
By Tetrenius4 years ago in Journal
Beirut
Beeping of car horns break my focus, as I scoot through the narrow lanes between cars, to get to work. The air is filled with despair, a hint of anguish with a whole heap of sorrow added to the mix.
By Nastassja Salt4 years ago in Journal
10 Actions That Indicate You Are a Classy Person
Actions that indicate that you are a classy person. The art of dealing with others is an important topic all over the world, and we find that the West has taken care of this matter and has opened many specialized institutes in the study of social skill and the method that helps the individual to be distinguished by sophistication in one's dealings.
By Yazid4 years ago in Journal
The Girl With the Lotus Tattoo
As the sun began to peak out from the top of her house her toes started to warm and she felt a light gust of air hit her face. Feeling too groggy to move she attempted to go back to her dream. Dream? Did she even remember the motion picture that her mind had just played for her. What was that small gust from anyway? As her brain began to wonder her body started to come to as well. Now I know am not Princess and the Pea but I think I am lying on the gravel outside. She thought. Her eyes began to flutter open as she wondered how the thief of the night had brought her here. Finally, eyes squinted yet open, she makes eye-contact with the creature that disturbed her backyard lullaby.
By - Karaedan -4 years ago in Journal
Dead cats, crows feet and cancer.
I think a lot about how we live our whole lives in the pursuit of a distraction from death. You live your life looking forward to “the next thing” and one day those things run out. We’re all faced with death in our lives no matter our culture, religion or background. It is a part of life and a part of us, an inescapable truth- that we usually try to avoid thinking or talking about. Lately it’s the only thing on my mind.
By Crisalynn Mckenzie Rose Smith4 years ago in Journal
Diaries Of A Contractor!
*CONTRACTOR 21+ yrs *VISIONARY 30+yrs *PLANTBASED DIET 5+yrs *SONCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER 8+yrs *Entrepreneur (LIFETIME) Over the past 21 years plus i have perfomed all types of contractor work, i have work in every neighborhood in Detroit, Mi. Behind the scenes i have experienced some dynamic situations. Sometimes it may take More than Words To express the emotions, adrenaline of what your eyes and spirit may be experiencing at the time the circumstances are taking place!
By Calvin Davis4 years ago in Journal
LAW
LAW- A binding custom or practice of a community: A rule of conduct or action prescribed or formally recognized as binding or enforced by a controlling authority It takes a village to raise a child, most agencies organizations and politicians missed out on that message, So many have failed the community and people, unless as it’s has been proven in many different cases the conduct and practices put in place has not upheld the law they became Lawless so it seems the people that declares rights entitlement and patriotism are far from the reality of this Lawlessness if you will, eventually The Lawless will cross paths and eventually have no other choice by fault or default non exempt will meet LAW.
By Tshura Y4 years ago in Journal
The River Bed.
I had twenty minutes left on my shift, and I could not wait to go home. It was my third week working at the local starbucks. We lived in a tourist town, so we saw people from all over the world, but only one woman seemed to stand out to me.
By Lena4 years ago in Journal
Being Roger to his Jessica Rabbit
We're not going to act like this is about to be a sweep you off your feet, two tears in a bucket, go through a little drama here and there, cute, cuddly gay love story, cause THIS AINT THAT HUNNY! Instead strap yourself in to the rollercoaster that has unexpectedly, unfortunately known as my Love life, the adult years. Now, I will have to do some quick recapping for everyone that doesn't live inside my head and have been following me around everyday for the last 10-15 years, LOL. Of course, that is to be expected, so bare with me and re-read if necessary.
By Sebastian St. James III4 years ago in Journal
Angels and Ayahuasca.
For as long as I can remember I have been trying to connect with the angels. I remember at a music recital when I was little, wanting to feel their company so badly, that I sat with my hand open, hoping one of them would take it. I felt nothing, though now I know they were definitely there- singing through me.
By Anne Lebans4 years ago in Journal
EAST.
Have You Seen My Daddy? The night was fast approaching as the people I saw on the streets in this sparse neighborhood seemed as though they were hurrying up for fear of something dangerous coming, rushing to go inside their houses where it was safe.
By Test4 years ago in Journal