humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Recognizing an idiot
In our life, we always face some kinds of idiots who make our life more interesting as well miserable also. Nevertheless, one thing is sure that it brings a new experience that we can learn from it. The reason is that you have to face the idiots throughout your life and you have to play jingle with them for your survival as well. What happens is that we are very much prone to do idiotic work in our life. Even, when we do it without our conscious, then we rarely learn from this kind of mistake. However, one thing is sure that we have to do idiotic work in our life at least once in our lifetime as well. It is an amazing feeling when we recollect our idiotic deed in the past time, then we smile inwardly without noticing anybody about it. It is a great experience when we will meet an idiot in our lifetime. Nevertheless, you should know that idiot teaches us in such a way that no general teaching will be available to us anymore as well.
By Manik Roy5 years ago in Families
Fairy kiss
Being brave or not isn't a choice right now. An allergy caused by epidural anesthesia before last minute C section completely numbs my lungs. Baby is brought out fast, while the chord remains uncut. Doctors and nurses hope for us being able to breathe any moment.
By Ingrid Dittrich5 years ago in Families
White Light
Here sits a man in plain clothes enjoying a cup of coffee. He stands about six foot five and weights approximately two-hundred seven. He works out at the local gym and is on the way of becoming a Doctor of Medicine. He dreams of helping veterans with their issues and setting them on the right road. Today though, as he took another sip, could be his last. He was pale skinned even though he was blacker in his younger days, he wore all sorts of concealing makeup to hide the discoloration. He hated it, even knowing it was not him, but his genetics. His overcoat was hanging on the hook of the establishment and as he looked around, he was the only one in there drinking, no one else was here, they all took their orders to go.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Families
My Earth.
The earth in which I came from, rich, fertile, black, and warm. Born into a cocoon of love. Held close and protected. Mother Earth loved me more than I could bare to understand. At a tender age, never went without, even on the roughest of days, my Earth provided. Through Earth quakes, tsunamis, flooding's, volcano eruptions, she stood tall. She provided and prepared us to see another day. Although she is stressed and underappreciated, still, like the season of winter transitioning into spring, she always blossomed. A atmosphere of love, she welcomed us. I'll love her forever for it. I put her on a pedestal, allowing the galaxy to see all her glory. I thought she was beautiful, a breathe of fresh air, a warm spring morning, a hot summer day, she smelled of home. I couldn't have done it without her, a pillar that stood tall, a foundation in which we would seek shelter from the storm. She never abandoned us. I sat with her, hoping that she knew through all the bad weather I'll be there with her. She loved us. I loved her.
By Sorae 5 years ago in Families
Mother Mine. Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge.
He took your children from you. Left three gaping holes. Three distinct shapes. The first, slender and tall for her age, and sweetly shy.
By Christy Munson5 years ago in Families
To The Bravest Niece I Have
The day you were born, my mom made us pray. We knew something happened to your heart, and you had to spend some time in another hospital.
By Alfie Jane5 years ago in Families
Everything You Didn't Know
Dear Janet, Life isn't going to go as planned. Let me explain a bit. I know you're in nursing school and falling in love with a guy named Mark. You're living the dream with long drives in your baby blue corvette and pet collie that rides in the front seat. You come home to a close-knit family and both your parents that you adore with all your heart. Life seems pretty perfect.
By Angelica Pasquali5 years ago in Families
Because My Ally Cat is a Fighter, Because My Ally Cat is the Strongest Young Woman I know
Dear Ally Cat, I remember the first time I looked into your eyes. I was caught off guard by how tiny you were, and how desperately I wanted to protect you from every possible thing, no matter how large or small. I was so afraid I couldn’t give you the life you deserve. And then you whimpered, and bawled, your little pink face scrunching tight, wrinkling, turning red, your hands clenched into tight fists at your sides. And my self-reflection time came to an abrupt end.
By BETTY A McEachern6 years ago in Families
Can "I" be Us again?
growth is never by mere chance, it is the result of forces working together It's not long since the last "Bang" has been felt, causing much havoc.People were rushing, not exactly seeing what lies in front, not noticing what the outcome will be, just life was the most important thing to keep safe. Many lives were changed that day , many destroyed and many even departed. Houses, buildings?....Nothing left to speak about these .There is a small rusty hut where a small 10 years old boy , Aylan, lies in his untidy, mismatched bed , by the window through which he is watching towards the broken parts of buildings, his people's sweat, lying upon all these has been blurred and shattered by the smoke of the 'BANG'. A fine woman enters his room followed by an old woman who were his unfortunate mother and grandma. His mother,Salma stands by his bed , holding a tray containing two or three bowls whereas his grandma sits by his sullen head . As she touches the bandage , he feels like the air of heaven just passed through here .Broken legs, bony, tender, scarlet hands , these are such ironies of his fate."What he has been turned into!", she speaks in her head. Aylan used to run like a horse, scamper like a kangaroo and speak of mischief? Don't ask. He was pretty famous for this in his locality before the "Bang". His mother stands stiff, deep inside she is broken as she looks away from him , passing the tray to his grandma.
By Fariha Kabir Orchi6 years ago in Families
Children of the Prophecy(action adventurer series): Chapter 1: The Burning
This Story has a prologue, you’ll need to read that first to get this chapter. After I give the link to the prologue/chapter 1 combo, I will very breifly ramble about categories for the word count, this is a very short chapter, other chapters go over the limit.
By Ben Ray 6 years ago in Families
The Gift You Gave Us
To our mother, our savior, our matriarch. To the woman who breathed life into our family. To the woman who sacrificed her body and her love for the better of us. Your strength humbles us and inspires us to strive for better.
By Em Short6 years ago in Families
Raised alone...but my Sister was down the road!
o I was raised in Montclair, New Jersey with my Mom. Although my parents were divorced I had and have a good relationship with my Father, even better after a heart to heart when I was 21 years old. When I was young, I was visiting my Nana and Pop (my paternal grandparents) as I often would do. My Nana and I were talking and organizing, she was s a seamstress. I am unsure how the topic came up, but I vividly remember her saying, "You have an older sister." Now here is where my youthful imagination takes hold and I concoct a story in my mind that she lives in Michigan...Now my Nana could have mentioned Michigan in reference to something else, but from that day forward the story I told myself was, "You have a sister and she lives in Michigan."
By Shakera Jones6 years ago in Families