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Learning to Listen
In 1998 I had the opportunity to visit The King Center in Atlanta, Georgia with a friend and his mother. This friend had two special qualities. First of all, he was on the autism spectrum and second, he was fascinated with history. As we walked through the streets from the train station, he rewarded me with a continuous monologue of everything we were seeing from a historical perspective, including who all of the streets were named after and the roles these people played in Martin Luther King Jr.’s life. I was happy to listen in silence. It was a gift I will never forget.
By Gail Wylie4 years ago in Humans
What Americans Still Agree On
Months back, I vowed to stop writing about politics But that doesn’t mean I won’t write about democracy, or about what it means to be an American in these critical days. Especially having just passed the first anniversary of January 6, 2021 — a day that I believe ranks with 9/11 in terms of existential threat to the nation — the state of our Union is a topic that is with me, waking and sleeping. I find myself ricocheting, feeling hopeful and resolved one moment, frightened yet resigned the next. I know I’m not alone in this.
By Jan M Flynn4 years ago in Humans
"Alone" doesn't always mean "lonely"
Recently I saw a TikTok of a girl crying on a train while looking at an elderly man who was sitting alone, adjacent to her. (I'm not going to post it here because it was from a smaller creator, and I don't want to indirectly send hate their way.) The caption was praising this girl (the poster's sister) for having such a huge heart for feeling compassion for an old man. Other comments were praising her for being an empath and understanding his "pain" so much.
By Jennifer Childers4 years ago in Humans
All I Want For Christmas Is To Be Left Alone
Dear Santa, I know it has been a while since you have seen my name on your nice list. I truly have worked hard this year to not say anything if I couldn't say something nice and to treat others as I would want to be treated. Even though, I know this means I should expect a visit from you this Christmas Eve, I wanted to write to ask to please just fly past my house this year.
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Humans
I Used To Break Every Mirror
There's an old saying, "breaking a mirror brings seven years of bad luck," and though I never remembered physically breaking one, I grew up looking into any mirror and saw cracked pieces. My reflection was always a topic of conversation with myself because I felt like I didn't belong to the body that stood in front of me. I developed poor self-esteem and made careless life choices that hindered growth throughout my twenties. However, something changed in me when I turned twenty-five; I threw caution to the wind and sold my car, moved to California, followed a small path to expand my passion for writing, moved back home to South Carolina, then moved to Michigan, and stumbled into finding the beginning of a mirror I couldn't break.
By Madeleine M92014 years ago in Humans
My Marriage with Running
Running and I have been in a relationship since I was in middle school. I joined the middle school cross-country team and fell for the sport immediately. (For those of you reading this saying “running isn’t a sport” then you’re wrong and we are moving on) I was never very good in middle school and really became serious about running in High school.
By William Briganti4 years ago in Humans
