humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

  • Varden Frias
    Published 2 years ago
    Be a Man!

    Be a Man!

    First things first: Let's rip off the band-aid. I'm transgender—female to male—and have been passing for a little over a year now. If you're unfamiliar with the term "passing," it simply means that I resemble the gender that I feel is most right for me. In this case, I look like a male and no one questions that I am one. Mostly this is an excellent thing because I have been wanting this for many years and finally I don't have to deal with people mistaking me for a woman. It's awesome.
  • AdreAnna Sommer
    Published 2 years ago
    Open Letter from a Hospice Aide

    Open Letter from a Hospice Aide

    It is 6:50 in the afternoon on a weekday at the hospice house. Me, a nurse, and a nurse in training were on for the seven AM to the seven PM shift. The snow finally quit falling outside as if hopes were about to be lifted, but the day soon proved to be wrong. That day, the sun that was shining represented sorrow and grieving.
  • Vic Winter
    Published 2 years ago
    Unbelievable: True Stories from an Uber Driver!

    Unbelievable: True Stories from an Uber Driver!

    Driving for Uber can be fantastic. Think about a job where you make your own hours, listen to music the whole time, and cash out instantly. These are just some of the benefits of driving for Uber. The real treasures are all the interesting people you can meet while making money. Here are just a few of the customers I've experienced that really stood out among the rest.
  • Darius Acuna
    Published 2 years ago
    INFJ Leadership

    INFJ Leadership

    INFJ the dearest and most misunderstood out the MBTI types. For those who don't know what an INFJ is or MBTI is or cognitive functions, I suggest doing a quick google search.
  • Outspoken Goddess
    Published 2 years ago
    Living Paycheck to Paycheck

    Living Paycheck to Paycheck

    For the last year I have been living paycheck to paycheck. Although, in the beginning, it was easy because I did not have much to pay for. Just the usual rent and food to get me through the next two weeks.
  • Sunshine Queen YG
    Published 2 years ago
    The Fear Caused by Unemployment

    The Fear Caused by Unemployment

    After my high school graduation, the first thing on my mind was, WHAT NOW? I didn’t have any plans as for college because I was leaving the country, so my dreams of going were crashed by my reality and economic status, so I knew that I was gonna focus on getting over my depression and get a job as soon as possible to start saving for college. Everyone else knew what college they were going to, what career they were gonna study, and had their minds on the game, meanwhile I was hyperventilating since I was a fish that was changed out of his tank and moved to another one—bigger—where the language and the culture was different, and another whole way of how being an adult works.
  • Vala Rogers
    Published 2 years ago
    What I've Learned from Working at a Food Bank

    What I've Learned from Working at a Food Bank

    As a first year student in the social services, this is what I've learned from my experience working in a food bank.
  • Angeliki Kitrini
    Published 2 years ago
    Hospitality

    Hospitality

    More often than not, I feel like people who work in hospitality deserve medals. Not only because of the physical demands of ten-hour shifts but also the surprisingly high concentration of assholes in this industry. This excerpt comes from the resignation email I sent to a well-known, London-based, Australian brasserie that is supposed to be an ethical and laid back place. Right.
  • Iria Vasquez-Paez
    Published 2 years ago
    How To Survive as A Low Income Person

    How To Survive as A Low Income Person

    Somehow, on an income of six hundred or more, I survive as a low-income person. I manage to save $100 a month, give or take what I have left. I’m trying to save more money this year and to make more money. I used to have incremental spending, which meant to spend gently around a certain amount like $600, then $500, then $400, etc. I need a part-time job by now to pay for extra expenses like therapy. I’m glad my schizophrenia is finally treated long enough for me to be able to keep it together at work. I’m looking for work in freelance article writing as well as writing copy. It might be time to take my skill into some company out there.
  • Brooke Noelle
    Published 2 years ago
    The Meaning of "Home"

    The Meaning of "Home"

    This morning was cold. Frigid, really. I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a sweater, and braced myself for the 10-minute drive to work. I could see my breath in my car the entire way, and the heat didn't even kick in until I pulled into our pothole-filled driveway.
  • Whitney Moye
    Published 2 years ago
    For My Ears

    For My Ears

    So I drive Uber and Lyft for extra money just like most people in my city. I started driving for Uber over a year ago and I have meet some pretty interesting people from all over. When providing this service I thought to start a video confessional for any of my riders who wanted to talk or who had some things they wanted to get off their chest. Needless to say, I never followed through with it, which I am really not that upset about, but I still have had some very interesting and amazing conversations with some beautiful people. Today in particular, I wasn't feeling life to say the least, I've felt a weight on my heart more and more lately. It's hard to wake up some mornings to be the productive energized person that I am. I enjoy daily interactions with people for the most part lol, but it definitely felt like it was becoming more and more challenging. The fighter in me knows that sh*t has to get done either way, so I apply extra effort to push through. In my pushing today I started driving for Uber and happen to meet and have an encouraging conversation with a beautiful, intelligent, and enthusiastic young lady. She hopped in the car spoke (some people do not), so we were already off to a good start. She made a phone call, so I naturally turned Kendrick down, which she was jamming to before she made her phone call..we're vibin' now and she doesn't even know it. By now I know her name, zodiac sign, where she is from and that she is an actress. We start talking and she continues to expound upon an issue that she was having with an upcoming play she was casted for, she tells me how someone was attempting to get over on her and the rest of the cast. My passenger had already come up with a solution to this problem on every level the rest would be up to other hands to help out where needed. She is determined to reach her dreams and I could hear her determination in her voice. When people open up to me I do the same it is an exchange of energy and love to me, this is one of the best things about being human to me, a positive exchange of energy. I told her of the issues I had been having since the new year had started, my heart hurt, a tightening in my chest that was attempting to take me out. I felt for a while I suffered from depression, but in that moment I've come to the realization that it's some bullshit (not mental illness), but I had misdiagnosed myself. She helped me understand what was really going on, she said "he" was working against me, that "he" knows you're moving forward moving toward something great and "he" wants to stop you. I knew who "he" was, she was speaking of the devil or those negative forces that only find joy in others misery. The thing about is I could feel it, I've felt myself evolving and moving in the right direction, but there was something that wanted me to feel like everything was impossible for me. This sweet stranger was what I needed today to help me, I believe this was God's doing, she was intentionally placed in my car as my passenger in order for that message to be heard by my ears. The fact that I am a writer and she is an actress is just a bonus! I truly appreciate Jessica for her words today, she said this will be the best fu*kin year, claim it!! I have claimed it and written down what I will work hard to achieve. This journey is mine and one of the best parts of it are the wonderful people I meet. I will continue to be encouraged and hope that I will bring encouragement and wisdom to those I will meet on my way. Stay blessed!!
  • Shamus Roan
    Published 2 years ago
    When Profiling Isn't Harmful

    When Profiling Isn't Harmful

    For over 15 years I worked the doors in Melbourne, I have encountered enough things to last a life time of articles and stories, but today I want to speak about how profiling can save someone from harm.Consider this, you are a bouncer at a club that varies the clientele nightly, in a weekend you may have a gay night, a "Race" night, you may have a 28 and older night etc. These nights are niches in which specific communities can gather together and have fun and act like tools in the comfort of whatever they are. Sometimes it is a great idea, others... not so great."Race" nights normally are not called this, its more a term we use in the industry and to be honest we know it will be a night of issues. Generally you hear "African Night" or "Croatian Night" etc. Here comes where profiling saves you from harm. I will explain from a personal story. In my early days of drunk babysitting, I was asked to assist in an African night, and I loved it, the vibe was great, girls gorgeous, dudes good fun. The night went on with a few squabbles and drunks going about their rants, till I made a mistake, let two whites dudes inside—not considering any harm, they were well dressed, well mannered and just starting their night type of drunk. It was not ten minutes in I hear the call to a huge fight, I run in, meeting my brothers in arms to a scene of several people beating the living hell out of these two white guys. We pulled them out, they refused medical attention and we ended up shutting the night down early due to that incident killing the vibe.Now some may hear this story and say, "Those Africans obviously racist." and that could be a case for possible individual feelings but not the reality. See the white guys went in and were greeted well, even offered drinks which they accept. While at the bar, the two white guys said and I am quoting the bartender here, "Even here we are superior," which obviously more than one person took offense too. From that day I decided I would be a professional bigot on the doors. This was not the only case of this sort of thing happening and generally comes from inexperience. I didn't consider race or religion or culture when I dealt with people, I only assumed their attitude, intoxication level, and or dress. Now that has changed.I got called a bigot often, and I took it happily cause I knew that whoever I refused based on profiling would not likely be waking up in hospital or worse the next day. I refused gay guys and Middle Eastern guys into redneck bars, I refused Greek guys into Turkish nights etc. It sounds wrong, and it is and hated doing it, but it kept people safer. Does this mean I always did this? No, you have to consider other factors. Now if someone who "isn't of the crowd" comes up with those who are, good chance that person will be safe.I was probably most selective at LGBT events than anything. I was not about to allow a group of straight guys go into a gay night or even Hen's nights. Trust me on this it can cause issues, damn the things I've seen. Now again, this is not some golden rule, I did on occasion let straight guys into gay nights, why? Some guys literally would go to those nights for safety reasons, or some would be discovering their own sexuality and I cannot be the guy to deny them that. In the end it is case by case but profiling can literally save your life if done for the right reasons—agree or not; I sleep well at night knowing I helped others avoid very dangerous situations.