humanity
Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Sandals
Dear Mom and Dad, It’s my second year at the seminary, and I’m pleased to tell you that I am positive that the priesthood is definitely for me. I had thought the vow of poverty might be the hardest, but I’ve been purposefully spending down my stipend in acts of charity and almsgiving. I used my last $10 to buy popcorn from some Cub Scouts at church, then I gave it to Sister Rosemary Frances to share with the nuns. It really felt good that I was able to share with them.
By B.B. Potter2 years ago in Psyche
Safe Travels
It was a Wednesday afternoon, the last day in May, but the temperatures were already soaring. I sat in a rundown bus station in Tennessee, waiting for the bus that would take me on my first solo road trip. I was going to a conference in Orlando for young leaders of tomorrow.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Psyche
Hungry
I woke to once again to my wife not being home. I have for children who I'm sure are going to be hungry this morning. I'm also sure that we don't have any food in this house. I can't not get them anything, I mean they've barely eaten all week. There's no school today either so I can't count on that meal.
By Tyrone Livingston2 years ago in Psyche
Doubts at the Deadline. Top Story - September 2024.
The Day of the Deadline Today was the last day to put forward my efforts. To say I was lacking in confidence was an understatement. It would be more realistic to say I was as close to just missing the deadline completely and being done with it all. To put it plainly, I was completely and utterly petrified. This wasn't even my first rodeo, so to speak, but my nerves never seemed to get any easier to manage. Still, though I wanted to put my work forward. Glutton for punishment, maybe? Even if I didn't win anything, which, of course, would be nice I sure I still had something of worth to share. However, I am left sitting here, as I have done so often in the past as the clock ticks towards the deadline, wondering if I actually really genuinely believe that or if I am just kidding myself that I am any good.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Psyche
The Ghost & The Bus Driver
Eight months pregnant, alone, but not lonely. My mind was focused on preparing my apartment for the November arrival of a newborn. Once a month I allowed myself a shopping trip on the bus after going to my doctor's appointment. I didn't have much money left after groceries and rent but I always had enough for a few baby necessities.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Psyche
All Izz Well
Raining drastically, she felt like stepping out. She wanted to be out of her home and also not get drenched. Maybe a warm cup of chocolate, she thought. She stepped out with her big, colorful umbrella representing the LGBTQ Pride. Filled with an iffy mood of not wanting any raindrops on her, she held her umbrella closer to her. But then, the rain was pouring heavily, and she felt wet from all her sides. She wanted to be away, a getaway to escape from getting drenched, but she determined not to go home. She looked around, but nothing interesting came up. Nothing caught her eye, and the cafe she wanted to go to, seemed crowded.
By Parvathi J2 years ago in Psyche
