humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Red and Blue Lights
Red and blue lights flashed across my eyes as the officer escorted me to his vehicle. The moon and stars watched as his right hand guided me to the back end of the car while the other yanked the door handle, pulling it aside for me to enter. The darkness of the interior consumed me as I sat on the hard, plastic seat. A cage separated me from the policeman as he slid into the driver’s seat, shutting his door and revving the engine to life. I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes as the vehicle rumbled, remembering the events leading to this moment.
By Nathaniel Warren5 years ago in Families
We Discovered Africa In A Town Next Door
We Discovered African In A Town Near Chester: Crossing boundaries to the town next door John W. Gilmore We called it Africa when we were children. It was a very large swath of undeveloped land in Eddystone PA, running along a little creek right beside the fish store pet shop and across from a grocery store with a smaller clump of undeveloped land behind it. Since it had no name, as far as we were concerned, it was White Africa and the other side Black Africa. There was a creek running through White Africa, but you couldn’t really swim there.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Families
L'Homme vrai aime son pays
I wasn’t born in Wales, and I don’t speak the Celtic language of the people, but even as a child, fascinated by the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, I felt in me the spirit of the Welsh bard that propagated these tales and gave life to the legends.
By The Bantering Welshman5 years ago in Families
The Mocking Tree
Keith was a demanding young man in control of all things in his life, especially his wife. Young was the couple when they first met. They grew up in the same small town in Connecticut as neighbors and family friends. All of Kelly’s people knew all of Keith’s people and vice versa. Generations of their families had come up together. Even as a young boy Keith liked to have things his way and he would do anything to win no matter how big or small the issue. It was always his way or the highway. That didn’t sit well with his father so Keith decided against going into the family business.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
When Pavarotti Cried
My most embarrassing moment has to do with the one time that music did not help me. When I was in 6th grade, schools were being integrated. I was bused from my community school into another neighborhood to attend a predominantly white school. It was the beginning of years of being bullied. Every day I had to get through the “back of the bus girls. “The back of the bus girls were girls" were older than me with long nails whose sole purpose was to terrorize the younger kids. There were two girls, called the “Bully Bruno Twins”. Their names were Bertha and Bonita Bruno. They were big girls who should have been in sixth grade but were in third grade because they got left back three times. The embarrassment of sitting in a classroom with third graders made them mean and for some reason they loved to bully me.
By Carol Steptoe 5 years ago in Families
Fair Winds for Big Dreams
Fair Winds (and zero skills) By the ADHD Accountant - Krid There is a place on the prairies that is the highest altitude between the Rocky Mountains and Labrador, with a lake that the Blackfoot call Ponokiokwe. Elkwater is located on the Cypress Hills just South-East of Medicine Hat. Much like Banff it has golf, hiking, camping, skiing, and assorted RV & camping resort amenities. The community isn’t very large; there aren’t many houses and practically no on lives there year round.
By ADHD Accountant5 years ago in Families
Compassion for Candy
Harold Carpenter passed away at age sixty-eight after a three years battle with lung cancer. At his side during the Winter of his life was Candy, his loving wife of twenty years. She cared for him till his very last day loving him unconditionally to he made his way to Heaven. After the funeral she returned to the big empty home she once share with her Harold. Harold bought the home thirty-five years earlier when he was with his first wife. They had one daughter and raised her well in that home unto their eventual divorce.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
