humanity
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Fortress of Solitude
Fortress of Solitude By Mark Staal We stepped out into the darkness, immersed in the sounds of the marsh and the wood. The air was warm and pleasant, the stickiness of the day had lifted, and we noticed a chill coming off the water as we made our way down to the dock. Crickets, tree frogs, something in the bog – all cried out that we were there – a welcome or an alarm, I couldn’t tell you…maybe just an ongoing conversation we had interrupted. We spoke in hushed tones to not scare anything away that might be poised to strike. We hoped to find a bent pole, to hear a splash, or the kind of sound created by something thrashing in the deep water – anything to indicate we had a fish on the line.
By Mark Staal5 years ago in Families
A Journey Home
Charles's eyes burst open as the sound of distant commotion woke him from a heavy sleep. His body rested uncomfortably on the cold, wet ground against a pile of rock. Panic and confusion set in as he tried to understand his surroundings and what had happened. The events of an unwinnable battle flashed through his mind as he attempted to move his wounded body to a more secure spot. There was no knowledge of how long Charles had been alone, where the rest of his unit was, or how many American casualties had perished. He was severely injured, dehydrated, and behind enemy lines, with no food or form of communication.
By S.L. Bolin5 years ago in Families
Survival talk
Perhaps you are wondering what talk I am referring to? What talk? Is it the sex talk perhaps in which we educate our children? Or is it the talk in which people of color give to their children on a daily basis? The talk is a discussion in which African American parents ( and other people of color) sit down with their children and explain to them how to survive. My parents told me ( a young black female) when going into a store don’t touch because people might think you are stealing. I was also told to be polite to police officers and never mouth off. There were other things as well that were taught but some I learned without my parents guidance. I learned from watching their ( rare) interactions with police.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst5 years ago in Families
New Year for you, just another day for me.
Everyday I don't feel the same. Using everyday of my life to create a way to help make this world safe. I'm a single dad of three, I have a small family but I want to make this whole world my family. How can I spread love without hate coming my way, something I sit and think on everyday. The way we see each other needs to change because you'll put down someone who helps someone everyday. I don't give to receive, I give to create peace. I don't feel good seeing someone standing out side in 30 degree weather begging for money, I might not have much at the time but I still give some peace.
By Montay McMillian5 years ago in Families
A Permanent Home For a Weary Traveler
For the first time in years I could relax. Living in space is harder than most people think. Living in ships with cramped quarters is no fun, especially if you’re sharing your space with someone who is obnoxious, or who snores so loud they cause the bunks to vibrate, or if you snore that loud. There’s very little to do other than the work of keeping the ship clean and functioning, which isn’t that difficult, so you find yourself trying to fill up your empty time with a lot of useless chatter, or by meditating, or working out. What kind of life is that?
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Families
