humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Following Program In Living Color
So I'm at Wal-Mart at 2:30 this morning, come home with about $90 in stuff, bananas, low fat, low sodium turkey, cheese, bread without grain or seeds, toilet paper, paper towels and germ free handi-wipes in quantities unmatched by normal human beings.
By John Korkie5 years ago in Families
Definition of my life Story
This is a short story placed in a nutshell which describes my life story and how I continue to live in my new adult solitary dimension of Will Smith's movie called, "I Am Legend" which demonstrates the complete ending to the greatness of what a "social life" really ever was within itself, and how unusual it really is to live a life without one, but to always find some kind of strength despite the bad times of life. I had always considered myself as Gina Montana from the 1983 Scarface movie because every single time I would fall in love with any guy out there, I had always found us to end up fighting like cats and dogs the way Gina fought with her brother Tony in the movie, so life had always showed me that it was forbidden for me to ever marry my own brother, being that Cuban people have always just been exactly that, my second family during my natural adult life with the abandonment of my Puerto Rican foster family. My love story in my life had always been a downfall because it never exactly fit snug like a glove where the other party would ever feel same about me. So I had always considered my romantic life as a sad story, the one we only survived in our dreams. My romantic adventures was based on that song by Phil Collins which was called, "You Can't Hurry Love", and I would always see myself as the little girl sitting in the corner, trying to smile, in the raggedy dress trying my best to impress the boys, only to get rejected or always lose in romantic experiences, like "no more I love you's" song by Annie Lennox. Just like how Anne Frank sat in those concentration camps trying her best to make the greatest times out of her very worst. Sometimes when I lay my head down at night I actually say to myself, "HERE WE GOOO" exactly the way Peter Pan said before heading to Neverland every night. I still travel to my Neverland in real life, only in the middle of the night when I drive down there to my old childhood dream neighborhood on 10020 Bahama Drive down in Miami 33189, where everyone was always happy, and the spirit of family and friendship actually existed for one of the first times in my life, and probably my last ever. Because there will possibly never be another era like that ever again. I used to do this traveling to there in my car as an adult in the middle of the night sometimes, entering that time machine and visualizing our "wonder years", stalking the power of what was our good times, and just always leaving the area with tear swollen eyes. It's just something inside of me that despite it's death, has never really died inside of me. And all of this you will understand more about as you explore more about my life story in the following pages, everyone. This story describes how I survived in my drug-free world of the reminiscing actions I have taken on a daily dreaming of my childhood with the survival of music lifestyles. This is, my "natural high" on life itself, and my personal joy of living and just simply being alive. I dedicate the song called, "You Are So Beautiful" by Joe Cocker (from the soundtrack of the 1993 movie called, "Carlito's Way") to my two Puerto Rican children, because when I hear that song, I ALWAYS think about you. And again, I'm very sorry that your lives had to turn out like that song by singer Sam Smith, cuz that's what your lives have become with your new and completely foreign, unknown foster family to all of us, I had no control of the situation, and I never wanted my children to "dance with a stranger", like Sam's song. I'm sorry; like in Carlito's Way at the very end of that movie, I gave it my best shot to try and save you, "sorry baby, I tried the best I could, HONEST, can't come with me on THIS trip though; tired baby, tired." Just like Carlito said. I am Mrs. Doubtfire "Looks Like a Lady" song by Aerosmith. Every time I break up with someone romantically, it's that Whitesnake song, "Here I Go Again". And also this book is based on, "This is the Rhythm of my Life", song by Corona. Despite the fact that my childhood has passed in my life, I continue to enjoy the savor of my nostalgia because it is the dimension of what REAL LOVE was when it definitely did exist during the late 80s and the entire era of the 90s during all of my school years, once upon a time in "my" Never-Neverland. My teen years were a shadowy dimension of darkness as my legal guardians (known as Angel and Nilsa Almodovar) during this time seemed to almost have insulted me with the song by Celine Dion known as "It's all Coming back to Me Now", because whenever we would sit in Denny's ordering a Grand Slam or a French Slam on the menu, I would burst out and die laughing at the table because of how I would slam doors at them every time they would misbehave while teaching me how to never trust them ever again; and that was exactly where "the slamming of the door" came in from the song by Celine Dion, I mean it was like every time I heard this song, it made me feel somehow laughed at after everyone heard the story of who I was in the family, the way Disney's Belle was while being held hostage in the Beast's castle," doing all of that" there. They made me somehow believe that I would someday have to "forgive and forget" (as Celine Dion said in the song) all of their abusive ways during my teen years and one day weirdly have some kind of relationship with them in my adult world THAT NEVER EVEN EXISTED from day one when they began to take custody of me during my teen years. Just like the song of Celine Dion described to forgive and forget was almost as though they were acquaintances of the beast whom lived in his castle, and I was another Belle, or her cousin, "being their guest" amongst all of these awful experiences that took place during the era of the dark teen years during the late 90s for me. One day I eventually did finally pull away from their darkness and soon found in the adult world that the childhood years never really passed away from "me" personally despite all of this, because I definitely can say that those were the Golden years of my life, the greatest memories still live on inside of me, the adventures of what was the spirit of friends, family, and togetherness, something that will just never die as long as "I" stay alive to continue to feel nostalgic melancholy as I remember and enjoy what was the most greatest time of my life; even today "with the slamming of the door", as Celine Dion once said.
By Linda Jazmine Hernandez5 years ago in Families
Mauri Orađż
tÄnÄ koutou e te iwiđ in hopes and out of faith of society, and man kinds population today. the essence and connection of real bondage needs to be enlightened, educated, actioned and protected. mana motuhake. these past 2 years has been a crazy whirlwind for all across the motu. Like wise on our entangled waka. Our past lives, We are the forbidden love. I am his eve, he is my adamâď¸ Iâve been stuck in a repetitive cycle mentally spiritually emotionally and physically. Up to now with no real understanding of connection. The mamae my wairua endured from losing the only essence of real connection in my life to become my true self in 2008, My tuakana. My wairua slept and wept. Vulnerable to the world little lone reality. Surrounded by the aroha and endless support of mine who was taken by grief also. Alone With no sense of direction, understanding and ârealâ connection. I was surviving. 2 years later 16 years old with 2 of my sibilings on our first flight out of Aotearoa and into poipiripi te pÄpaka a maui, Melbourne australia, creating the lifestyle I remember my tuakana wished he couldâve. He tried to travel to Brisbane with his whÄnau to see the possibilities and to visit his brother in-law. He was stopped by unpaid fines at customs. Unlucky mÄori boy! I got you. Reached our destination with our tuahine and her hubby. Cuzzies Moe & Owen chucked a mean welcome party, dunno if it was really for us! But shiiiiđ Party was a partyđ¤Łđť the first meet and the one night stand that turned into the beginning of our real connection. Aroha ki a koe whÄnauđ¸
By Nadia Maaka5 years ago in Families
Why My American Cousins Have A Better Chance At Life Than I
The last time my cousins and I were under the same roof was in December 2017. They all came home to Nigeria to celebrate Christmas. It was such a beautiful event â one that neither my cousins nor I would forget in a hurry.
By Oly Awamba5 years ago in Families
Life as a Daughter of Agent Orange, Part 10
Hello once again! I gather I left Part 9 as a type of cliff-hanger since it has been several years since I wrote it. To those who have followed that story, I give my sincerest apologies. I was not in a good mental place to continue my story and I needed time to become okay again. So, nearly four years later, I am in a good place and can continue sharing my story.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski5 years ago in Families
My life, my humanity.
I remember it all began with remembering things and noticing the world around me at ages three to four. My life was difficult, My mother was a raging nagging bitch, I was lucky if she ever shut the heck up and enjoyed a cigarette and a beverage of her choice while listening to music. Life was repeatedly a jerk, throwing mass stumbling stones in my way. I won't share her real first name so we shall name her Dodochelle in this novel. I would rather keep it copasetic. My aunt Dodochelle's sister just recently cut me off completely because I made the right decision on 2012 January day 18 and adopted my children out at birth due to poverty and my own personal issues. I thought and still believe to this very day that I made the right decision in regards to my twin daughters and my aunt Rose bitched me out and cut me off, and still to this day I feel like she was in the wrong for overreacting to my situation and my choices and I was not going to change my mind regardless of what anyone said to me. I made the right decision and I dare anyone to say otherwise. Mama bear knows what's best. My aunt rose is the cunt of cunts, no better than my other aunt on my ma side, Roland. Roland always kept her hair and nails done like a wanna-be-high-maintenance bitch, makeup too. Dressed to the nines for the Keebler company working for Dennis her boss crunching numbers constantly but always pretending to be some high maintenance type of broad. Always mean-spirited a total jerk.
By Angelina F. Thomas5 years ago in Families
A Bed Time Story
Iâve ditched chairs with no regrets. I once separated from a wool rug just because I wanted to see something else. And when a vintage dinette set â so charming during our first five years together â began to bore me, I threw it in the back of the station wagon, drove out to a charitable donation center and left it without so much as a backward glance.
By Vivian R McInerny5 years ago in Families
Hoping to not be too weird. Runner-Up in Identity Challenge.
âBring your raincoat,â I said to Jade. My daughter was finishing up her morning routine: brushing her teeth, pulling her new braids back into a ponytail and laying her edges. The familiar smell of coconut oil meant she was almost ready to go. I heard the squeaky door on the shoe closet open and looked over. She reached past her Nikes to grab her Adidas, then remembered the field trip and pulled on her boots instead.
By F Cade Swanson5 years ago in Families
Coffee Cans and Blood
When the phone rings, Iâm sitting at my desk at home, staring out at the pool, nursing a hangover. The bank foreclosed on my house a few months ago. As the day of the public auction draws near, I try to imagine a crowd of people in my driveway. I wonder if my neighbors will be there.
By Leith MacArthur5 years ago in Families
Break The Chains
A car pulls up to the curve and a man gets out. Briefcase in hand, he walks toward the double doors where he reads a sign above him that says, âBreak the Chainsâ. Upon entering, he is greeted by a receptionist. He introduces himself as Bill Cole, a stress and mental health counselor. The receptionist escorts him to Mrs. Bookerâs office, the supervisor of the school. Mrs. Booker rises to shake his hand. âItâs been a while Mr. Cole.â âYes, it has, Mrs. Booker.â âI see youâre still dedicating yourself to these kids.â âCrazy, right?â âNo, Mr. Cole, I wouldn't say that. I say itâs love, a genuine love.â âAnd that it is.â He gives Mrs. Booker a hug. âBill, this may be your toughest challenge. You are dealing with five kids that have nothing in common. Bill, I mean nothing.â After they go over a few procedures, she takes him to his room.
By Larry Wright5 years ago in Families
