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The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
The Real Tales of an Intern
“Hello, who is this?” “Sam, it’s me, Chad”. Sam thought…which Chad was this? Then she remembered. Of course: “How are you?” “I am good. You?” “I am cool. What’s up with you?” “I am trying to sort out my internship.” “Any heads up?” “Yes, I got a slot in the public hospital downtown.” “Don’t go there.” “Why?” “The ambiance is gloomy. You don’t want to end up with depression while interning.” “Do I have a choice? You know how difficult it is to get a slot. And it is not as if internships are optional. I have to hold on to this until I find something else.” “Okay, keep me posted.” “Thanks for checking in.” “You are welcome.” Chad hung up.
By Nkeonye Judith IZUKA5 years ago in Journal
Creating My Happy
I have wanted to be a writer since I was 12. In middle school, I wrote short stories. In high school, I wrote free-verse poetry and a novella. In college, academic papers. No matter what I was working on, I was able to immerse myself in it, building a story one word at a time (even in academic papers), and I was happy while I worked.
By David Marquiss5 years ago in Journal
Round-a-bout my perception of myself
An incredible story I remembered today, a story to give you inspiration, a story that is real as ever, and a story in which you tell yourself well fuck if he could do it despite hurdles, I can too. It all begins at my job tired and waiting to get my last massage over with. Summoning what was left of my energy, I looked at my schedule and found a name that I found kind of funny yet unforgettable. For the privacy of this angel we will call him gw. Anyways my schedule indicated he was checked in, so like a boxer going into the ring getting ready to kick ass I went out to the lobby to greet him. I walked out he looked like I thought he wouldn’t, but I mean i don’t know what I was expecting. He was a tall, stalky man very soft spoken and very sweet. I started my massage and of course my clients cannot help but ignite the small talk in the beginning, which I don’t mind at all I love to talk so if my clients are willing I’m yo lady. Small talk usually consist of how long I been a therapist? Do I like it? And where am I from? Deeper into convo this man had said he had an interesting career. This man made pretty damn good money designing Round-A-bouts in the city in which he lived. Now my first question was how did you fall into something that cool. I know I never thought that would be a career, but someone does have to design them. My mind was intrigued so I questioned him about it. He told me that when he was younger he had a terrible accident in which he could not remember any part of his life prior not even his own mom, he was only 5 years old. This accident had affected the rest of his life. Imagine being without the memory of bonding with family members like we all do when we are babies. This blew my mind so he wanted to find a practical way to slow down drivers. To prevent accidents like his. He explained that stop lights are a lot more dangerous and did not get people to slow down. Rebellious in nature what do we truthfully do when we see a yellow light. Guilty. He continued by saying Round-A-Bouts made us have to slow down. So this man did some extensive research and it led him to the U.K. where round-a-bouts were prominent. Here he is in the U.S. designing them. It just blew me away how easy this man set a goal and executed, despite a brain injury which had impaired him in some ways. That was like so out of reach in my mind. Wow I know many people that would not even think twice about this story as fucking amazing. For me this confirmed that my perception of my future was so out of reach. Here I am doing all these visualizations and law of attraction exercises and this man just had a strong passion to help, he did some research and accomplished his goal like effortlessly. I’ve come to realize that all my efforts and exercises and meditation results in nada, without a specific spark that ultimately can impact others in a positive way. I now have to take in a couple of steps back in time to find that passion that I had when I was younger. I say this and go back to my youth, because for some reason the only things I can imagine me doing are not any of my passions. The only things I can think of are careers that make good money, careers that society would approve of, which I’m interested in, but not passionate about. I guess they could make a difference, but how would I make a difference if I was not passionate about it. Another thing that intrigued me was I watched a documentary on the Secrets of Water . This documentary spoke about how water traveled it’s path with very smooth gradual turns, and how water does not just go straight nor stop. Water goes around things that block it, it stops for a nobody unless it’s man-made but I bet it puts up a fight. We are made with about 70% water maybe, this may be why we tend to not listen to that yellow light law, and feel compelled to do quite the opposite. This is only my observation, I am not any way shape or form a professional on any of those subjects, but I mean it makes sense, and it’s quite interesting to me. Moving a long I’ve come to realize that if I cannot fathom the incredible, I cannot be incredible. I do what I want, and believe I can do anything. This motto is how I am living my life nowadays. I feel I was meant to hear the story for a reason, just another breadcrumb to achieve my goals. I would just like to let the universe know that I understand what they’re trying to tell me and thank you GW for laying on my table and sharing your story. You are an amazing soul.
By aysha valenzuela5 years ago in Journal
Black in Business...the dopest
Inspiration can quite literally come from anywhere. Inspiration can come from anyone at any time. I love to write. I have been writing stories and poems since I was ten years old. It has always been a dream of mine to be an author. I want people to know who I am, and to read, know and love my work. I'm working on it! One day a few weeks ago, I was doing what I always do, I was simply scrolling social media. I saw a page advertising something called "vocal". Curious, I clicked the link to check it out and to see what it was. As the saying goes, "the rest was history." I created my profile and started writing. I write so fast and grip the pen so tight that my hand hurts and my fingers lock up. I just stop for a second or two and then get back to it. I told myself that by this time next year, people are going to know my name and they will be BEGGING for my next story. I believe things happen how and when they are supposed to. I am trying to make the best use of social media to promote myself. I post a video or photo with my vocal link attached. I am starting from scratch. Progress is slow but it is steady. I am grateful...
By Latoya Giles 5 years ago in Journal
New Initiative Launched To Help Taxi Drivers Report Hate Crime
In the year ending March 2020, there were 105,090 hate crimes recorded by the police in England and Wales, excluding Greater Manchester police, an increase of 8 per cent compared with year ending March 2019 (97,446 offences)
By Ashish Prabhu5 years ago in Journal
Chicken soothes The Savage Beast
Our shift was not scheduled to begin for another 35 minutes, but we were getting prepared. We were preparing earlier than usual and with more intensity because we knew exactly what was about to go on when the shift started. We knew who was on their way to our floor.
By The Smart Girl Group5 years ago in Journal
Starting at the End
My story begins much like anyone else, I begrudgingly worked a 9 to 5 stuck in the monotony that is a Monday - Friday routine. I hated it! Every second I felt myself slowly suffocating. It was like being killed in a crockpot set on low. I wanted so badly to leave but I had to stay because, like most, I have a wife, 2 children (ages 6 and 11) and a house to pay for; so I stayed. I stayed through all of the bullshit, through all of the painful mornings contemplating suicide as I drive down the 2 lane road I take to work. "I just need to turn the wheel the slightest bit to the left and BAM! An entire month off of work." I would say to myself as I chew back a belch that reminds me how hungover I am. Most days my coworkers found joy in our interactions, we would speak of shenanigans of the past or things we've got planned for the weekend, maybe even a joke or two. Then there were days when I would go of on tangents asking questions like "Doesn't a coma sound good for a little while? Not like a serious one, just a month or so?" I just wanted to do nothing! Absolutely nothing. I was tired of the constant sales goals and customer retention and the blatant disrespect. In 2013 I took a standup comedy class. In this class I was under the impression I would learn how to become a standup comedian. I should have known that wasn't true immediately because in the first class the teacher tried to sell us his book on real estate. He dropped a stack in the center of the giant table we were all sitting around and grumbled "$20 each, and its only that price because you're my students." I will go ahead and say I didn't learn much about how to be a comic from that class, but if you need a good deal on a house, I know a guy. I did learn one thing from that class, and that is the fact that there is a 350 homosexual ginger man out there who is obsessed with Lucille Ball, and that he and his, equally as large, partner reenact scenes from "I Love Lucy" every Friday night in an apartment they rent from his mothers wealthy boy toy. I digress, with the help of this class I entered into the world of standup comedy and I was hooked. I'd always told people I have an addictive personality, and there is no better drug than pure, uncut laughter. Creating those moments where people are falling over in there seats, or shaking their heads and bending over forwards and as they lean back up they clap their hands. Literally undescribable. To put it into words wouldn't do it justice. At best, sex is a close second. I love comedy so much that as of January 29, 2021 I will no longer have that job I spoke so highly of earlier. I QUIT! I am now devoting 100 percent of my time to becoming a professional standup comedian. This is more than just a fresh start, its the end of a grueling journey. I am done with painful life line. I am leaving behind $70,000 a year, and walking out into this sick sad world and I am going to make a name for myself. This is my first official submission on this platform and I am not even really sure I did this write. I just figured the timing couldn't be any better. I have a Youtube channel where you can follow my progress. I will be uploading a video every 2 days to show my progress. Thank you for reading, and I also hope I uploaded my video correctly. Search Tyrell Shackleford and you will find me.
By Tyrell Shackleford5 years ago in Journal
America's Place to Give
Doctors, parents, and pretty much everyone agrees that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you are from or have ever visited any of the southern states, chances are you have dined under an infamous yellow sign. Millions of people have enjoyed and can attest to the delicious waffles, bacon, and iconic scattered, smothered, and covered hash browns of the adored breakfast staple. Be that as it may, the true allurement of the classic breakfast establishment, Waffle House, remains in obscurity to most.
By Alisha Jones5 years ago in Journal
